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
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That's my kind of vision! XD
My vision has my assistant doing all my mindless soccer mom errands so I have more time to write.
Oh, and there's a coffee shop at the foot of my driveway.
"If I could get paid for...writing books and stories as I feel like it, then, huzzah, let's do it. But I wouldn't want to write what others tell me to. I'd prefer to work the day job, to be honest."
I love this guy.
Me: Bill, what are you doing with my bathrobe?
Bill E. Goat: Living the dream. Have you seen my wand?
Me: Wand? ... You mean Wanda? You like Wanda? Even with the missing ear? ....
Bill: [shaking head] Not her. ... umm does she know how to poor beer? ...
Me: Bill! That’s pour, Bill.
Bill: What ever. … I mean my magic make-beer-wand. I want to be just like ....
Me: I'm not having a drunken goat wandering around ...
Bill: I'm a writer. I need these things! Oh Wanda! I have a question ... [skips off]
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