From TMI Tuesday:
1. LUST: Besides your current Significant Other who do you lust for or have you lusted for?
2. GLUTTONY: What food brings out your inner glutton?
3. GREED: What are you greedy for?
4. SLOTH: What is your plan for an ideal day of sloth?
5. WRATH: Describe a time that you let out a can of whoop ass on someone.
6. ENVY: Who or what do you envy? Why?
7. PRIDE: Have you ever had to swallow your pride? What are you proud of?
1. Lust: Pierce Brosnan. In so many ways.
2. Gluttony: Potato chips. Literally cannot control myself. Once I start, the entire bag goes. I don’t even bring them into the house any more unless we’re having lots of people over so they vanish without my help.
3. Greed: Attention. Money. My way.
4. Sloth: Stay in bed as long as I want with someone waiting on me, then move to the hammock (summer) or the couch (winter), also with someone waiting on me. All accompanied by plenty of Bailey’s Irish Cream, in coffee or on the rocks. Alternatively, sitting by a pool in Hawaii, with people bringing me iced tea with pineapple spears, all day. Which leads me to believe I should probably add Servants to my answer on #3.
5. Wrath: We had an extended series of 1 a.m. prank calls (over several weekends) which would repeat every 20 minutes for an hour or two — just enough time to fall back to sleep, in other words. One night, after being awakened for the fourth time, I ripped the kid on the other end–one of my daughter’s classmates, I believe–a new one and informed him that I had already called the phone company to have his calls traced (true) and if he called back again I was going to have his scrawny ass busted and thrown in jail as fresh meat for the child molesters. I was absolutely hateful. He didn’t call back.
6. Envy: Nora Robert, Debbie Macomber, Katie MacAllister, Lucy Monroe, and any other author who can write quickly and still tell a cracking good story.
7. Pride, Swallowing: The night I had to admit my first marriage was a failure and ask my folks to send money so I could move back home for a while. I was all of 24, and my mother had told me the marriage was a mistake to begin with, but I knew better, of course. It killed me to admit she was right, and for precisely the reasons she’d given me.
Proud of: My kids. They are growing up to be amazing people. I’m not sure how much I had to do with it, but I’m proud of them, nonetheless. I’m also proud of my writing—that I can do it, that I’ve been published, that I get email from fans saying I’ve somehow touched them or made them laugh. I get a deep sense of accomplishment from those things.