In the wintertime I like macaroni and cheese.
I'd love to be able to write crazy epic plots. I'm working on it.
In its current incarnation in my life touring is a lot of airports and hotels and car services and only OK food.
What's the point of having a book club if you don't get to eat brownies and drink wine?
Wouldn't that be nice if we could all afford to just freely pursue our dreams?
I don't pretend for a second that I'm that great of a person on a day-to-day basis. I'm a deeply flawed human.