Misdirection is one of my strengths.

I am a fan of magic and fantasy, particularly when it's grounded in reality.

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

You can say anything with a Post-It. I’m not entirely sure why that is. Maybe the friendliness of the squares makes it easier. A square is nicely compact and less intimidating than a full page. And they come in cheerful colors. Non-white paper is kind of inherently festive. Or maybe paper that sticks feels more important than paper that can blow away. (Though you can move them, if you need to put them somewhere else.) They might not be as lasting as words carved in stone, but Post-It thoughts will stay. For awhile, at least.

I think I get some of my love of adult books that can be fun from Douglas Adams.

I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.