I do a lot of interviews. I used to post up links to them here in the blog. Though lately most of them end up getting posted on facebook or twitter.
The thing is, what you guys end up seeing is the final version of the interviews. The pretty finished versions that have been tidied up. Edited. Expurgated.
For example, when I’m doing interviews, a lot of time, people ask questions like:
Them: If you’d never been published, what do you think you would be?
Me: An unpublished author.
Them: [Laughing.] I’m sorry, what I mean is, if you weren’t a writer, what other job do you think you’d be doing now. What are you suited to do?
Me: Oh. In that case, I think I’d be a hobo.
Them: What we’re looking for is something more along the lines of your dream job.
Me: Still hobo.
Them: [Long pause] I think being a hobo is actually the opposite of a job.
Me: [Thoughtfully] That’s a good point. It’s more of a calling, isn’t it?
Them: Yes?
Me: What you’re asking is if I wasn’t a writer, what would my perfect career be?
Them: Yes. [Obvious relief.] That’s it exactly. What’s your dream job?
Me: Batman.
The moral of the story is this: I am a pain in the ass to interview.
In related news, here’s a link to a recent interview I did with the A.V. Club. For those of you who haven’t seen it.
Later,
pat
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