Jeff Somers' makes me laugh, and I'm in awe of his ability to write but sometimes I wonder if sanity is optional over there in Deshabille Central. Then I remember the extremely sane (other than that one moment of saying "I Do") Mrs. Somers keeps Jeff attached to terra firma...most days.
Here's what reminded me of that most recently:
Q to Jeff: Do you ever envision a time when you would be able to just write full time? Is that something you even want to do, or do you prefer being able to write what and how you want?
Jeff Somers: Do I envision it? I envision it constantly. In my vision I am wearing a purple robe made of something very soft and comfortable and carrying a scepter of some sort. When I wave the scepter, beer appears on the table before me. In the afternoons I lounge on a hammock in the back and dictate some brilliancies to my unpaid secretary, who volunteers to work for me because of my recognized genius.
The rest of the interview is here