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( Being an only child: )Only children all seem to dream about having siblings. I always wanted an older brother. Since that would have been impossible anyway, as I was a honeymoon baby, I give my characters siblings. And, just for the record, only children aren't always spolied. I was a well-behaved child, mostly by natural inclination, sometimes by coerecement or threat. I wonder how much of my selfish tendancies I would still have if I had siblings. Would they be worse or better? Would I still have this need for solitude? Would I be a better wife or friend if I had had those early interactions with siblings? All I can do is speculate.
( Florida: )I am that rarest of creatures. I am a Florida native. I'd love to travel and see other places, but this muggy, mosquito-infested chunk of real estate will always be home. I love the diversity and history my home has embraced over the centuries. From the Oldest City at St Augustine where the flags of four countries fly, to the cities and swamps of south Florida to the pine woods, oak hammocks and freshwater springs of my home area, it's all fascinating, and it's home.
( Scotland: )Someday, I'll go back to Scotland. The cities, the landscape, the people; it was all so beautiful. I made so many new friends there and had the time of my life. It was quite the adventure for me, and my only trip out of the country, ever. I'm reasonably sure that if I were to settle there, I'd freeze to death the very first autumn, but it might be worth it to see a place that I love in all its facets. I could spend all my time walking the streets of Glasgow and Edinburgh, or be just as happy walking along the road in the Highlands someplace, watching the cows watching me as I walk by. It's all good.
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