Ok, it was email. Sue us.
J. Rose: Tell us about yourself?
Simon: I make mostly chicken barley or pork neck lentil soup.
J. Rose: How did you meet me?
Simon:In the Kearny high cafeteria they had these amazing chocolate chip cookies that would be sitting all warm and melty on a tray. On many a cold day the children of school would skip lunch altogether and instead just grab 3 cookies and eat them in the hallways.
J. Rose: How did you come up with the Apathetic Avengers?
Simon: “Come up?” What are you implying? These are important historical documents!
J. Rose: Who is your favorite author? Why?
Simon: Not a fair question and you know it.
J. Rose: Who is your favorite Apathetic Avenger? Why?
J. Rose: Who is your favorite Apathetic Avenger? Why?
Simon: Rachel Rae Hingis is funny, dangerous and my top pick in a conquer "alien civilization landing party" draft.
J. Rose: Why do you enjoy writing?
Simon: I can wear whatever pants I want while I do it.
J. Rose: That was such a guy answer.
J. Rose: What is your quest?
J. Rose: What is your quest?
Simon: I am currently scouring the earth for a copy of the After Hours score.
J. Rose: Do you have any works that you're planning to publish solo?
Simon: No, but my good friend Aurora Zahni has a few things up her sleeve.
J. Rose: After you finish faction, do you forsee another collaboration with me, J. Rose?
Simon: Just about every single casual comment I make to you leads to notes for another project. You can try to run, try to hide, but the story traps have all been set. No escape.
FX: the sound of rattling chains can be heard...
FX: the sound of rattling chains can be heard...
J. Rose: What is the air speed velocity of a coconut-laden swallow?
Simon: 47 x 3.
I can't make this stuff up, people. I don't have to. You can see it right here on your screen. Have you ever tried to work with someone who can turn an off-the-cuff phrase like, "I don't think aliens drink milk" into a complex, mind-altering story? It's like working with a chipmunk or squirrel. He never shuts off. The notes we have.
My, God. The notes.
My, God. The notes.
Up next, Mr. Archibald interviews me. Yup.
Meanwhile-- Take a look!
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