Books, five of them, six if you include the one I’m wrestling with right now. (So…five and a half?) I also create lots of tweets, though fewer than I used to (social media burn out is real, yo), and celebrity interviews. Though I’m not sure I really “create” those, so much as get to chat with actors I really admire and write up our conversations. If that’s considered “work,” count me in.

Gosh, what a profound question! Hey, I thought this was going to be easy! I don’t know, to be honest, other than I think I’ve always had these…voices in my head that I need to get out. Okay, that doesn’t sound right. What I mean is: I think I’ve always had a need to express myself and emotions and words in (figurative) three-dimensional ways: conversation or, say, letters to exes (that I keep for myself) or just your day to day interactions never satisfied my imagination or need to communicate. Even as a kid, I was writing and singing and concocting stories in my head, and I guess I’ve just been really fortunate that I’ve able to translate this to an actual career.

Music. A lot of it. I think if I hadn’t become a novelist, I’d be a songwriter or even a radio DJ. I’m not a music snob: I’ll listen to (and enjoy) everything from One Direction/Taylor Swift to my Sirius alternative station (love it – it’s one of my go-tos) to country (ditto). I’ll procrastinate my work for the day scouring Spotify or Twitter for new indie/random bands, and love striking gold when I discover one I want to play on repeat. I also consume a lot of TV, even though I’m a big reader too. There’s some amazing storytelling happening on television right now, and I’m not ashamed to admit that this medium makes me as happy as anything. I try to watch when I workout, so I’m not a glutton, but a post-dinner show is pretty great too.