I love hearts. When I did illustration work, I painted a lot of hearts. One of my heart pieces was purchased by a Swiss in Munich to use on a set of 25 T-shirt for a parade. I forget about these things; it reminds me of the time I was the francophone editor on Air Canada's inflight magazine. We were asked to do little bios for advertising purposes. I wrote a paragraph on myself and sent it along to the publisher. The publisher, who knew me well, sent it back with a note in the margin. "Include the two books you translated for Macmillan, Stupid!!!" It wasn't rude, it was appropriate. I tend to hide my light under a bushel. But I'm learning, now that I have to be my own agent and promoter.