What would be the ideal meal for one of your favorite characters?
Amir graces the cover of my novel, 3 LIES. His perfect meal consists of lamb kebabs on a bed of saffron rice. Sides of fattoush, baba ghanoush, roasted red pepper hummus, steamy pitas, and a ramekin of tahini would round out the meal.
Pair it with a Napa Syrah, and I want a place at this table. He makes fascinating conversation.
What do you keep in the dashboard of your car?
Dental floss, a Swiss Army knife, flashlight, tear gas, doggie litter bag, USB charger, duct tape, ink pen, a tiny tactical nuke, passport, flashlight, latex gloves, boat keys, December issue of Soldiers Of Fortune, cork puller, thirty-round clip , and lipstick.
If you could be a superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be?
In spite of the added danger of getting sucked into jet engines, I want a cape on my super suit. I know that’s not a superpower, but I like capes. Purple satin, I should think. Or, cobalt blue.
As for the super powers, I want to be an empath. I want the ability to tell what someone was thinking and to know with certainty if that person was a liar. Why, with that single super power, then– Then I could take my rightful place and rule the world!!! Bwah-ha-ha-ha!!
Um. Not that I would . . .
Describe your imaginary friend.
My friend is invisible and has an IQ beyond measure. He whispers in my ear all the correct answers to life, liberty and my pursuit of happiness and finding readers. Unfortunately, he’s a gentleman and won’t follow me in to the ladies room, so I miss a lot of that great stuff, and I’m forced to waltz alone.
If aliens landed in front of you and, in exchange for anything you desire, offered you any job on their planet, what would you choose?
Emissary to outlanders. My official title: Most High Planetary Ambassador to Visiting Dignitaries and Whatnot.
Think about it. I’d routinely meet people daring enough to leave their home world and travel the galaxy in search of adventure. An endless opportunity to try exotic new foods, listen to languages strange to my ear, and ride in cool ships, what more could a writer ask for?