I’ve been reading all of these great “author interviews” and since no one is beating down my door for an interview (save for Arline Fleming – thank you!) I thought I’d conduct “An Interview with Myself.” So here goes (of note: I’m in a goofy mood):
Me: So what made you decide to write a book?
Myself: I believe it was a mid-life crisis.
Me: No, seriously. What was the epiphany?
Myself: Ha ha ha, you said “phany”. That’s funny.
Me: Ooookay, let’s try another question. Who is your main character, Theo, based on?
Myself: My son.
Me: What specifically about your son makes Theo who he is?
Myself: Theo is eleven years old and my son is eleven years old. It was simple math. Although I suck at math, so I guess it wasn’t that simple.
Me: So you would say you are more of a right-brainer?
Myself: More like a no-brainer.
Me: Excuse me?
Myself: Did you toot?
Me: No! Did you?!?!
Myself: You would know.
Me: This is ridiculous, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.
Myself: This is ridiculous, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.
Me: Ugh! Ok, let’s try to get back on track. Are you working on a second book?
Myself: Yes.
Me: How far have you gotten?
Myself: In life or on the book?
Me: On. The. Book.
Myself: I’m on chapter four, but would be on chapter five by now if I wasn’t interviewing myself right now.
Me: I’m the one interviewing Myself.
Myself: Me, Myself, hey, where’s I?
Me: Wait, what? But you wanted to do the interview!
Myself: I believe it was you who suggested it and I agreed.
Me: Fine! I’ll answer the questions then myself.
Myself: But I’m Myself, so that’s not gonna work.
Me: Can you at least answer one question?!?
Myself: Sure.
Me: WHY DID YOU WRITE A BOOK?
Myself: Because I wanted to bring smiles to millions of little faces.
Me: Finally! That’s a great answer. What’s your biggest wish right now?
Myself: World peace.
Me: That’s nice, but I meant with regard to the book.
Myself: Oh. That a wonderful literary agent will say these magic words to me, “I’ll represent you.”
Me: What if that doesn’t happen?
Myself: I’ll cry like a big ol’ baby. Can I go work on book two now?
Me: Sure, I’ll help you.
Myself: That’s ok, I can handle it. I don’t want it to be all about Me.
Me: You’re sooooo funny.
Myself: It takes one to know one.
Me: I know.
Myself: You found I!
