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When one is off work sick and one's characters won't speak to them, one might be tempted to do the interview meme again.
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fallen_arazil asked me questions. The answers are under the cut. If you want me to, I'll ask you questions. Just leave me a comment. Then answer them in your journal.
1. If you were to become famous, what would you want it to be for?
I'm not sure that I would want to be famous. If I did, I would probably want it to be for writing. No surprise there, then. I'd far rather my name than my face be famous though. I can't imagine being TV or movie star famous, where people recognise you when you walk down the street. Or that horrible sort of 15 minutes of fame famous like for being on Big Brother, or Survivor or something like that. The sort of fame where I could earn my money and do my thing, but still go to the grocery store would be ok though.
2. What book, fic or story do you really, really wish you had been the one to write (and why)?
At the moment I'm really wishing I could have written Intersections, thatdaasgrrl wrote. Because it's an amazing piece of writing and an amazing piece of fiction and that is the sort of thing that I will never in a million years write. Because though my brain appreciates things like that, it doesn't think of them. I have a tendency to look at the world in a very literal way, though I have a love for the surreal and fanciful, I have trouble imagining in it.
3. What would you say is the most important (non-living) thing in your home?
Hands-down, my laptop. Most days I feel as though I could not live without it. I carry it around the house with me, it comes upstairs when I'm in my bedroom and downstairs when I'm in the lounge. I take it to work, even though most days it just stays in my bag because I'm actually working. I am totally unhealthily obsessed with it, but I have no desire to change that, so I probably won't.
4. What would your first full-length novel be about?
Mom keeps telling me that everyone has a novel in them. I'm not sure if I do. I am hoping to learn about plotting novels in doing this creative writing course. I tend to think in terms of short fiction though. Probably if I do write a novel it will be about relationships. Because that is what I am best at. Not necessarily a romantic relationship, possibly a parent/child relationship or siblings or best friends, but the ways that people interact in emotional space is what interests me most.
5. What is your most embarrassing memory (that you're willing to share here, anyway)?
I really don't know the answer to that. I guess the one that springs to mind, and possibly because the friend it's about is downstairs right now, is that one night I was drinking Aftershock in a club with my friends C and S, who are both gay and are brothers, and I drank too much and ended up literally on the floor under the bar. I was scared that I'd die of alcohol poisoning if I went home alone and made C take me home with him. S managed to pull so went home with someone else. I made C let me sleep in his bed so he had to sleep on S's futon, not being interested in sleeping with me. I ended up spending half the night puking my guts up. Fortunately in the toilet, and not in his bed. I was MORTIFIED the next day and for quite a while afterwards.
fallen_arazil asked me questions. The answers are under the cut. If you want me to, I'll ask you questions. Just leave me a comment. Then answer them in your journal.1. If you were to become famous, what would you want it to be for?
I'm not sure that I would want to be famous. If I did, I would probably want it to be for writing. No surprise there, then. I'd far rather my name than my face be famous though. I can't imagine being TV or movie star famous, where people recognise you when you walk down the street. Or that horrible sort of 15 minutes of fame famous like for being on Big Brother, or Survivor or something like that. The sort of fame where I could earn my money and do my thing, but still go to the grocery store would be ok though.
2. What book, fic or story do you really, really wish you had been the one to write (and why)?
At the moment I'm really wishing I could have written Intersections, that
daasgrrl wrote. Because it's an amazing piece of writing and an amazing piece of fiction and that is the sort of thing that I will never in a million years write. Because though my brain appreciates things like that, it doesn't think of them. I have a tendency to look at the world in a very literal way, though I have a love for the surreal and fanciful, I have trouble imagining in it. 3. What would you say is the most important (non-living) thing in your home?
Hands-down, my laptop. Most days I feel as though I could not live without it. I carry it around the house with me, it comes upstairs when I'm in my bedroom and downstairs when I'm in the lounge. I take it to work, even though most days it just stays in my bag because I'm actually working. I am totally unhealthily obsessed with it, but I have no desire to change that, so I probably won't.
4. What would your first full-length novel be about?
Mom keeps telling me that everyone has a novel in them. I'm not sure if I do. I am hoping to learn about plotting novels in doing this creative writing course. I tend to think in terms of short fiction though. Probably if I do write a novel it will be about relationships. Because that is what I am best at. Not necessarily a romantic relationship, possibly a parent/child relationship or siblings or best friends, but the ways that people interact in emotional space is what interests me most.
5. What is your most embarrassing memory (that you're willing to share here, anyway)?
I really don't know the answer to that. I guess the one that springs to mind, and possibly because the friend it's about is downstairs right now, is that one night I was drinking Aftershock in a club with my friends C and S, who are both gay and are brothers, and I drank too much and ended up literally on the floor under the bar. I was scared that I'd die of alcohol poisoning if I went home alone and made C take me home with him. S managed to pull so went home with someone else. I made C let me sleep in his bed so he had to sleep on S's futon, not being interested in sleeping with me. I ended up spending half the night puking my guts up. Fortunately in the toilet, and not in his bed. I was MORTIFIED the next day and for quite a while afterwards.
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