This will be a series for the rest of November, or as long as I can find writers who want to talk to me. If you’d like to participate, hit me up.
First up is my husband. Hi, husband!
In general, what do you write?
words. That is so dickish, I know. Screenplays, novels. Role playing game scenarios. My blog, though now that October has passed that has kind of run out steam–I’m a terrible blogger without a concrete goal.
What are you working on now?
I’m sort of revising a YA novel. It’s contemporary fantasy–someone asked me if it was Urban Fantasy and I had to say that it was mostly Rural with a little Urban towards the end…
How long have you been writing?
My earliest memories don’t involve writing, but my mother still has stories and plays I wrote when I was six or seven.
Have you written other genres/mediums/etc.?
We were talking about genres? I, uh, I don’t know what genre I write in, honestly. I think all of my stuff is pretty funny, but it isn’t a broad humor (Except when it is). Also bloody. I write a lot of death, sometimes played for laughs, sometimes heroic sacrifice, sometimes tragedy… I write darkly comic horror action? Except when there is no action or horror….
Where do you write?
Mostly on the loading dock at work. I’ve written three and a half novels there–can you believe that shit? I think two, maybe three screenplays. A lot of bloggy shit. I used to write at the bar at home in the wee hours, but my computer is very old and my wife’s sister lives in front of my TV now, and I don’t get any sleep because of the children and the blood and the guy screaming down on the corner about his tumors–so I really only write at work now.
Who is your first reader?
My wife (Ed.: That’s me). She is also, on most of my screenplays, my writing partner–which makes them Our Screenplays. We’ve discussed collaborating in other endeavors too, but we have a hard time endeavoring. It’s her fault, really, that I’m trying to be a novelist. Because she needed a break from all the creative screaming and the whiskey madness and couldn’t devote time to any of the projects I wanted to work on, so she suggested I go off and be a good quiet boy and write a novel by my ownself. So I did, and I loved it, and it stuck.
Where can we see something you’ve written?
Well, at my blog–but that is all very unpolished, I use it as a Journal (a live journal?) really. I don’t bother doing much more than a perfunctory spell-check–sometimes not even that. My polished stuff, you have to ask to see that, but I’m such a slut at heart–I’ll show my goods to anyone who asks.
And to borrow from James Lipton (please imagine that I have a full beard and am strangely affable), please answer these in one word:
What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on?
What turns you off?
What sound do you love?
What sound do you hate?
What is your favorite curse word?
Other than writing, what profession would you like to attempt?
What profession would you not like to do?
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear god say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
There is beer in the fridge. Wait, why God? Whatever happened to St. Peter? I mean, if we’re doing Pearly Gates.
If a pearl necklace is when the guy ejaculates on the area between neck and breasts, is pearly gates when the ejaculate is on the inner thighs, outer folds of the vagina?
Er… I do not know the answer to that. Anyone?