Today is Tuesday, what the ancient Romans called the day of death… at least according to me. I’m not as comfortable having conversations in my head as Ms. Host, but as the elder statesman (or to be PC… nope, screw that) of the group, I’m entitled to a bit of peculiarity (and grumpiness). So, by way of introducing myself to those who don’t know The Bane of Anubis, the following is a conversation that takes place in L.T.’s head… at least according to me.
Q: Bane of Anubis – awesome name, btw, if a bit macabre.
A: Um, that’s not a question.
Q: Were you born a smart-ass?
A: Alec, according to my mother, but I’ve probably progressed.
Q: Do you have a real name?
A: It’s Joshua, but that’s too Biblical. I prefer the more interesting myths.
Q: If you were a book, what book would you be?
A: This sounds like a plant… I’d probably be an unread book, because I don’t like being touched. Before L.T. has me drawn and quartered by her pack of wallabies:: Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America.
Q: Writerly stuff?
A: I write mostly MG/YA stuff because I believe kids are the future (full disclosure: I believe kids have better imaginations… them being our future is inevitable). I do horror well (to the dismay of me mum) and will have a short story published in an upcoming Apex anthology, so my kid stories tend toward the dark side (take that, Luke). Other than that, I’m still swimming in a pond… and it’s frickin’ murky – no idea about its volume or the size of the surrounding fishies.
Q: Personal stuff?
A: I’m married, no kids, a dog (Anubis ;), a cat (Mouko), and an inherent fear of hippies - I'm like a grown-up, slimmed-down version of Cartman. I’ve done construction, telemarketing, cashiering, baseball card collecting, rowing, basketball playing, and, currently, engineering. I love quotes, but only good ones. Yes, segues are a weakness of mine.
Q: Whatcha gonna be bloggin’ aboot? (yes, L.T. just went South Park Canadian on us)
A: Most often writing... Frequently in the form of a rant or a ramble, but never in a poem. I like random ranting and rambling. And animals, too. Lemurs and squirrels for me. What the heck is a wallaby?
Q: If anybody's got any other questions, feel free to ask. I will try to be serious when answering... at least according to me.
PS - if none of this makes sense, it's probably because I wrote it at high altitude and was overly worried about fatigue stress.