I’m suspicious of people who don’t like animals. I don’t drink coffee in the afternoon or else I won’t be able to get a good night’s sleep, which would make me cranky the following day and I don’t like that because I’m generally a nice, friendly person (generally). I’m single, in my 30s, and I wish people would stop asking me why. Only child to a community newspaper publisher for a father and a fantastic cook for a mother, I have a fascination for words and food. Shiny gadgets distract me, while chocolates and writing keep me sane.