I used to want to write novels, but found out I had no imagination. Also, you write what you know, and my life had been a yawn compared to what makes the best-sellers list. I actually called my mom and scolded her for providing such a happy, normal childhood for me. I'm not addicted to anything. I haven't tried to kill or maim anyone. I don't want to have multiple-birth babies.

I'm too vanilla for fame.

But I like to write, and if I can't think of anything fresh for the page, I know I'll always have an opinion or two on what others have out there. Join me every once in a while for the ice-cream social, won't you?