I’m doing this interview for FantasyLiterature.net, the girl who gave Personal Demons the fun, cheeky review a little while ago? Yes. She’s interviewing me. It’s fun.
I actually quite enjoy interviews. It’s not the huge kick it was when I was very first starting out–I think I did my first interview ever for Fallen Angel Reviews a couple of years ago–but it’s a kick just the same. Remember, I’m the one who, at one point in my early childhood, told my parents that when I grew up I wanted to be a preacher so people would have to listen to me.
So interviews are cool. I enjoy them. I love talking about my writing process and what little tricks and twists I’ve inserted in any given book, or whatever.
And this interview has been particularly fun, as it’s being done on a question-by-question basis, so it feels more like a conversation.
But I am stumped. Stumpedy stump stump stumped. (Wow, “stump” is a fun word to type. Try it. Your fingers kind of bounce over the keyboard. Hee! Hey, simple minds, simple pleasures, right?)
The question is: What is the one question you wish someone would ask you but nobody ever has, and what is the answer to it?
And I have no clue.
I’ve been sitting on this question for a week now, thinking about it on and off, trying to come up with a question no one has ever asked me but I wish they would. My ideas have ranged from the silly (How did it feel when you won the Oscar? Well, it felt great) to the serious (What do you think is the most important piece of advice a new writer needs? or something like that, to which my answer would be something long and involved about avoiding start-up publishers and agents with no sales and PublishAmerica) to the cliche (What is your favorite food? Although, I shouldn’t knock that question really, as not only is it often interesting, I once managed to fill a very awkward pause with it–the MIL and I were out with a friend of hers, a very nice but very elderly lady who, because she is a widow and doesn’t leave her house much or read or watch tv, didn’t have much to say. But the “favorite foods” conversation filled an hour) to the personal-cause-y (Was Richard III guilty of murdering the Princes? NO!)
But the problem is, none of them feel like big secrets. I have repeatedly blogged about my publishing opinions. I have repeatedly mentioned that a day doesn’t feel complete without french fries. And fantasy goofball questions like the Oscar thing might seem amusing when I come up with them but probably won’t come off that way to everyone.
So I’m opening the floor to you guys. Is there a question you always wanted to ask me? What question would you love to be asked but never are, and can I steal it?
Seriously. I’m getting desperate here.
Let’s see, what else did I want to mention. Faerie’s bottom is healing, thankfully, although she’s been really clingy these last couple of days which usually means she isn’t feeling well (she didn’t sleep well last night either). Also, we dragged out the Barney DVDs last weekend and have been watching them nonstop all week. Barney is oddly hypnotic; you might try to read or have an adult conversation but sooner or later you realize you’re staring open-mouthed at the screen. I have no idea why.
Rain rain rain.
I baked a white cake from scratch last weekend. I never realized there’s buttermilk in them. I also never realized that buttermilk is lumpy and disgusting to behold.
And I think that’s it.