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I’ve written a bazillion bios, so this time I’m trying for something a little different. Instead of the usual where-I-was-born-what-I-do-for-fun, I’m gonna tell you things few people know about me.
I love the color orange in all its vibrant shades. From my persimmon wool coat to my pumpkin-orange toe socks to my orange-red jean jacket, I love love love it.
Orange M&Ms are my favorite. They just seem to taste sweeter.
Deep in my soul lives the heart of an arsonist. There’s something incredibly powerful and primal about fires – starting them, feeding them, controlling them. (But I’m careful. I’ve never burned anything I didn’t intend to.)
I once recovered a stolen car in North Carolina.And a stolen tag in Oklahoma.And didn’t get credit for either. (“Police report they found the car in a wooded area.” Well, yeah. Because I told ‘em where it was!!)
I had a speech impediment when I was a kid and rarely talked to anyone I didn’t know because of it.
I like changing my hair color regularly. My theory is there’s nothing I can do to permanently damage it; it always grows back.
Even the time that it broke off at the roots first. And that wasn’t my fault. But the time it turned iridescent green was.
Pink’s not my color, but I love flamingos, the tackier, the better. A few dozen of them cavort in one corner of my office.
Just the thought of the French Quarter stirs a longing inside so deep that I think I might have lived there in a past life. Except that I don’t believe in past lives.
My dermatologist says I collect molds, spores and fungus. (You have to have a certain taste in movies to fully appreciate that line.)
My favorite part of my one trip to Las Vegas, besides visiting with my best buds, was Red Rock Canyon. Who needs casinos with that kind of breathtaking beauty around?
My only regret upon finishing our time at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, was that my husband didn’t know anyone who could get me in the driver’s seat of a tank just once.
More power! I like hardware stores the way other authors like bookstores and office supply stores.
Before the days of the Internet, I asked my husband to bring home a library book with a picture of a whippoorwill so I could shoot the ones hanging around outside my bedroom window. He refused. But I could have got ‘em, because my dad taught me to shoot when I was seven years old.
I learned to change a tire a few years later.
One of my favorite things to do when we lived in Charleston, South Carolina, was stroll around the old graveyards, reading tombstones.
I could eat Asian food five days a week.
I think flight operations on an aircraft carrier are absolutely the coolest thing around. The only part of “Top Gun” that I liked (besides the music). The best part of the PBS documentary “Carrier.” I know it’s cliché to liken them to a ballet, but it’s true.
I collect Mardi Gras masks. Not the cheap ones that come packaged in cellophane, but the gorgeous feather creations from the specialty shops. I also have two from Carnival in Venice, gifts from my kiddo when he was stationed in Italy.
I don’t know who seventy percent of the celebrities in magazines are these days.
I’m horrible about answering email. Or phone calls. Or regular mail.
I loathe reality TV.
And sports.
But I love books. Reading them. Writing them. Talking about them.
So there you have it. Now you know way more about me. I hope you’ll look around and check out my books or visit my blog. Post a comment while you’re there. I’m much better about responding to comments than answering mail.
Thanks for dropping by!
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