So, I have a lot more blog readers than before. And by before, I mean that-time-when-I-actually-blogged-on-a-regular-basis-instead-of-letting-my-"real"-life-have-more-say-in-my-writing-life-than-it-should-have. Yeah, that time.
Conclusion: I don't know who most of you are. And I want to.
Thus, I have a reverse Q&A round for all ya'll beautiful people. Even you lurkers out there -- I see you, hiding in the back. Don't think I don't know you're there, TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT AGENCY WHO FOUND MY BLOG TWO DAYS AGO, THE SAME DAY I HAPPENED TO FINISH WLA, WHICH JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE A NOVEL ABOUT A GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY.
(No, I'm totally not making that up. SiteMeter doesn't lie.)
(No, I'm totally not crazy. All the time.)
Anyhoo. My questionnaire for you folks, old and new:
2) Writing genre of choice
3) Reading genre of choice
4) Fictional Male and/or Female character you would totally marry
5) Candle scent of choice
6) Peanut butter or chocolate?
7) Accord or Civic? (No, I'm not currently car shopping because my car TRIED TO KILL ME. Why would you ask?) (That last one doesn't count as a questionnaire question.)
8) So there's a mutant army of radioactive mallards with their bills set on attacking your city. You are in a well-fortified grocery store (of your choice), armed with cannons from a nearby Civil War reenactment camp, a freshly delivered shipment of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, and an inordinate amount of neon-yellow nail polish. How do you hold off the impending attack and save humanity?
I am so looking forward to your answers to these. You have no idea.
For now, I shall leave you to mull over humanity's fate at the hands (er, wings) of mutant mallards while I complaincomplaincomplain about my severe lack of interview-appropriate clothes. Guess this means I just have to go shopping. You know how much I hate shopping.
This counts as interview-appropriate, right?