Grace R. Duncan is here to play today!
My Dr. Who T-shirt, purple leggings, and socks. I actually get dressed every day, even though I work from home. I’ve worked from home with other jobs and found it actually helps me switch to a working mindset. Though it goes against my not-wanting-to-adult mindest of not putting on pants. 😉
- If you were magically transported into one of your own books, which one would you choose and why?
Any of my Forbes books. I would so love to be a shifter. If nothing else, because in my world, my shifters don’t have the typical human health problems so I’d be nice and healthy and energetic.
- Describe your ideal writing environment.
Uninterrupted. Seriously. I have a great desk, a beautiful computer… and constant interruption. If I could truly lock everyone out while I’m working, I think it’d be heaven.
- Describe one especially fond childhood memory—for yourself or for one of your characters.
The one I remember most is actually not entirely fond, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant, either. I was (according to my mother) only two at the time, but we took a trip to Atlantic City. I remember being terrified of the ocean. I also remember we went into a souvenir shop and while my mom was at the register checking out, I point out these milk-glass coffee mugs that my grandma would have liked. Years later, I realized those mugs were in my grandma’s cabinet, though I don’t remember my mom actually buying them, it was really cool to me that she did get one for my grandma.
- If you were to become a street performer, what would you do to entertain people and earn some money?
I could probably sing. I have a weird talent for mimicry (it’s one reason I can pick up languages pretty well) and that goes for music. If I can hear the singer, I can (mostly) mimic it. I might scare potential listeners away, but… maybe not. 😉
- Name a guilty pleasure you indulge in.
I guess if there’s anything it’s my sweet tooth. It’s so bad for me, but I love sweets of all kinds.
- Describe a memorable dream—or nightmare!
I don’t remember a lot of my dreams. My nightmares usually involve losing one of my kids or my grandson so I try not to dwell on them.
There was one dream that I recall parts of that involved a refrigerator at McDonalds stocked with lunchmeat, the yakuza at the meat counter in my favorite Pittsburgh butcher show, and pirates kidnapping all of use to make us sing bad sailor songs. I woke up laughing my ass off.