Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.

In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a characters and let his perceptions take over.

When a person responds emotionally to intellectual things, or emotionally only to traditional emotional things - I find that an interesting break between myself and some other writers and fans.

I can become very emotional about math, although I'm not that good at it.

People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.

Empress of the Universe would be way too much work. I'd have to wear fancy clothes, probably including lady shoes with pointed toes, and could no longer slouch into the study in PJs and slippers. Someone would (avert!) straighten my desk. Someone would reorganize my yarn stash...in fact, they'd assign someone else to knit my socks, thus depriving me of an excuse to rest my brain while pretending to accomplish something useful.

I had, of course, no model for that sort of woman being married, but I can make that up as I go along.