When did you first feel like a writer?
It started to sink in when my husband, Harry Landers, and I entered a play-writing contest in Columbia, Maryland, and we won. Watching actors speak the lines we'd written was intoxicating. During the performance, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to all the other things I could have made those actors say.
What's the number one thing that distracts you when you're trying to write?
Putting a writer with ADHD (that's me) in front of a computer and expecting her to buckle down and write is like putting a child in a Chuck E. Cheese and expecting homework to be done. In the old days, the only thing that came out of a typewriter was what the writer put into it. The Internet is dazzling and wicked.
If you could meet any fictional character, who would it be and why?
I'd like to meet Queequeg, the cannibal in Moby-Dick. You could sit down with him and have a drink, and know that every story he'd tell would be riveting. Plus, you'd get a good look at those amazing facial tattoos.