It might seem as if creativity is creativity and the outlet doesn’t matter. That isn’t true. For the last three weeks I have been eating, sleeping, and dreaming my other creative line – game design. Now, I’m sitting here on Friday desperately searching to a topic to blog.
No luck. Nada. The writing muse has been hamstrung by the more structured game design element I have been focused on.
Fortunately, I happened to have stockpiled a few blog entries in case this happened. I actually wrote this when I first had the idea to start blogging and knew I wanted to throw in a few interviews about writing.
This interview is with my wife and was meant to take a look at the writing life as seen through the eyes of a spouse to a would-be author.
Randy: “Honey, can I interview you for my blog?”
LuAnn: “I’d rather you didn’t.”
Randy: “Great. It’ll just take a minute.”
LuAnn: <Nods while she rubs her temples.>
Randy: “What do you think about me becoming famous?”
LuAnn: “I’ll love you no matter how famous you are.”
Randy: “What will be the most exciting thing about me becoming successful?”
LuAnn: “The increased shopping benefit.”
Randy: “No. I mean about me.”
LuAnn: “Oh. That you’ll be able to do more shopping for me.”
Randy: “What published author would you compare me to?”
LuAnn: “Is that the doorbell?”
Randy: “The doorbell doesn’t work.”
LuAnn: “I meant, I think I heard someone knock at the door.”
Randy: <Checking out the window.> “Nope. Nobody there.”
LuAnn: “How weird. Thanks for the interview hon.”
Randy: “Wait. I still need you to compare me to a published author.”
LuAnn: “I haven’t read enough books to make that comparison.”
Randy: “Really? You read all the time. How many books do you read a month?”
LuAnn: “Six to twelve.”
Randy: “That seems like a lot of books. There’s bound to be someone who reminds you of me.”
LuAnn: “Nooooo. You’re . . . unique.”
Randy: “Thanks. Next question. What do you consider my finest authorial quality?”
LuAnn: “Did you hear that? A bear is eating the children!”
Randy: “I don’t hear anything.”
LuAnn: <Dashes out of the room.>
Randy: “Hey, there are no bears in
LuAnn: <In the distance.> “Quick kids, get into the car.”
Randy: “Well folks, there you have it. The wife interview.”
* Disclaimer – My wife actually won’t let me interview her. This entire post is comprised of my speculation of how the said interview would go if it were permitted.