Watching the Festival of Remembrance last autumn.

Oh when was the last time I didn’t?! I’m a crier. I cry. All the time.

While tracking wolves in Idaho, we came across a wolf carcass. It was likely the pack had been poisoned in a deliberate act. I am a hunter, but I respect wildlife and I also respect predators.

I teared up when I did a voiceover for my memoir while talking about my mother-in-law, whom I adored and miss so much.

Having a stroke.

Being able to write books that entertain people around the world.

Impatience; the inability to savor the moment.

Drop 20lb and lower my cholesterol.

I had the benefit of some very good high school English teachers. One in particular when I was a senior in high school. I was a jock, okay. I was not a student. Although I enjoyed reading, that was about it as far as academics. But she forced us to read good books and good writers, particularly good American writers. We weren’t too thrilled to do it initially, but she taught us how to do it. Through that, I discovered some of my favorite authors, particularly John Steinbeck. Once I had gone through all of Steinbeck’s books, I realized that I had had a wonderful experience.

This morning. I had a typical day: got up early, took the dog for a walk, went to the gym for an hour, then wrote for four hours. That makes me a very happy person.