Originally, Q was for Quirks and I listed lots of quirks that I have. After I’d written it I was all, “Haha, Sommer, that’s a little self-centered of you. Also, that’s a lot of weird to share with everyone all at once.”

So I’ve rewritten this post to be called Q is for Questions, as in, you ask them and I will answer. I’ll update this post with the questions and answers as they come in. If you don’t want to post your question in the comments, you can email me at tellgreatstories@yahoo.com. Please use the subject “Q is for Questions” so I don’t accidentally miss you.

The questions can be about me or about whatever. Ask math questions at your peril. As far as I’m concerned, Algebra is another word for Hell No.

If for some reason I get no questions, I will start asking myself some. I was an only child after all, I can entertain myself by my lonesome for HOURS.

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M.E. asks: how do you like NE?

It’s ok. The economy is great and you can’t beat the cost of living. Most of the state is empty, but Omaha and Lincoln have plenty to do and there is this wonderful little town called Brownsville that has more used bookstores than people, I think. That being said, we’re looking to move away from Nebraska in the next couple of years. Nebraska is a little slow to change particularly the school system, is hugely republican, and has no decent public transportation. These have become very important to us. Also it snows too much and the summers are ungodly hot. Still, we barely noticed the recession and that’s not nothing.

Cookie asks: What was your favorite part about living in Boston?

There was a lot I loved about Boston. The food, the city, the noise, the beautiful fall colors, the ocean, this fabulous take-out chinese place, and I loved taking the subway. But my favorite place to go was actually in Salem, MA called Salem Willows Park Arcade. During the day the arcade is great and there’s an ice cream place that served the first ever ice cream cone. They have some very old arcade games mixed in with the new. But we would go there in the middle of the night and climb down on the beach and the rocks and sit on the pier and watch the ocean. We’d climb around on the trees and sit and talk for hours and hours until it was almost dawn. I loved those nights.

Mike asks: “Why do zombies want to always eat brainsss and for that matter…why are they always hungry?”

Well Mike, you know how in many countries brains of various animals are a delicacy? Same thing applies in the zombie world. It’s not that they don’t want to eat the rest of our juicy parts, its just that the brains are their favorite part. Like eating the cream from between the two Oreo cookies first.

As for why they are always hungry, you know how if you start eating a bag of chips or a box of cheesy crackers or a bag of reeses peanut butter filled chocolate eggs and you can’t stop? Imagine if you could eat a person sized cadbury egg and not worry about stomach aches or expanding waistlines. You’d want to eat a city full of human cadbury eggs too.

Robin asks: Are you and Reagan Leigh (from the NB forums) sisters?

Nope! But that would be cool She’s fantastic, I love her blog. Fun fact though, when I am reading Nathan’s forums and I sometimes see a comment and think, “I don’t remember saying that.” And then realize the comment is hers!

Lydia asks: If you could live anywhere in the world, in any sort of home, where and what would it be?

Anywhere in the world? That’s tough. Part of me wants to say a castle in England or Scotland or Ireland (anywhere with “land” tacked onto the name) so I can fulfill my dreams of running about dank, dark halls in flowing white nightgowns, pretending to be pursued by lustful, evil ghosts of long ago lords. The practical side of me says I’d be happier living in a large flat in London in The Middle of Everything. I like Europe because everything about it has this sort of deep, entrenched history I love. Realistically, I’d like to move to one of the little islands in and around Seattle, move into a house on the water where I can buy a boat and have a dock and take ferries to the city and work in a writing room in the dormer where I can sit and stare out the window at the water all day long.

Not that I sit and think about this stuff. Much.

Lydia also asks: If you could live one day as someone else, alive or dead, who would it be and why?

I want to be British nobility in the mid to late 1800s, preferably while said noble was in Bathe so I could hit some kick-ass parties in giant uncomfortable dresses but look awesome anyway. I want to order around servants and have someone dress me and do my hair. I want one occassion to have to fan myself before I faint from shock and I want one illicit kiss in the gardens when I think no one is looking. Since I wouldn’t have to live with the scandal, I’d like to break a lot of rules of my gender and class.

What can I say? I’m shallow and I buy into the romanticized notions of the time period.Since I’d only have to be there for a day, I wouldn’t have to live with the unpleasantness of bathing once a week or stepping over horse poo in the street.

Margo asks: When do we get another preview of the superhero project?

I’m not sure? It is coming along though. I have about six solid chapters and an outline I’m kind of proud of. (It’s still a mess by any self-respecting planner’s standards, but it is impressive for me – the Queen of Outline Chaos.) I’ve been doodling some of the characters and scenes in my head, so I might post some of them. I will definitely be posting some inspirations I’ve come across, probably in May. Let’s just say I’ve been doing a lot of research on sailing and physics.