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Going back to work tonight will no doubt be a pain. I'm dreading it.

Went grocery shopping, rented more Sopranos, and ate gyros for lunch. Feeling very lazy. Alan is napping on the couch, and I think I should join him.

the interview meme lives again

We've seen this before. I think it's a good meme though, because it gets you writing about all sorts of odd stuff and that can't be all bad. If you want interview questions, comment. These questions are from RM.

1. If you could allow the people in your head to have physical lives outside of the use of your form, which if any would you bestow that gift upon, and why or why not?

Probably Meier, as he is entirely my own creation. I've become very close to him over the few months I've been playing this character in my D&D group. His voice is strong, evolving and still young. Of all of them, he has the greatest potential as we just don't know what he's going to become. I would like to watch him work, to collect books with him.

2. In the last year what has been the most significant fear that you've either overcome or have discovered to be false/irrelevant?

That I'll never be able to commit myself to a relationship, and that I'll die alone. I feel in my bones now, the certainty of my vows.

3. Write a little narrative about the happiest moment of one of the creatures living in your head.

He leaned back against the door and held his breath for a moment, willing himself to complete alertness. He wanted to make sure it was real, and not just a daydream while he nodded off during a ride. Any moment now he would fall off the horse again, Alex would berate him and it would take a moment for him to untangle himself and remount.

Meier exhaled and stepped further into the room, his boots quiet on the stone floor. The ceiling soared upwards into arches, and lamps hung down on chains. Calculating, he supposed the room to be at least a large as the auditorium at the University's main building, and this was only one room. The shelves were a forest and to the sides were alcoves, gaps in the shelves equipped with desks, chairs, small table lamps. Ladders and foot stools were scattered about, and everywhere the dry scent of leather, paper and ink lingered in the air.

"The library," he whispered in wonder.

4. We know about your fondness for estates, mansions and compounds, as well as inter/national travel. Suppose you were able to acquire said multiple residencies -- give us a one year calendar of how you divide you time between them and the general architecture they contribute to your life.


First off, New Years in my flat in Prague. Old Town most likely, where I can see the Vltava and the bridges, with lots of windows and a real bath tub, parquet floors and rugs, high ceilings and narrow halls, antique furniture, leaning out the window in the cold to smoke a cigarette.

Late winter trip to New York, to a palatial apartment in Manhattan on top of a building with a terrace and a nice view. Lots of eating, visits to the Met, watching the snow from inside floor ceiling glass, a library walled in books and with heavy club chairs for reading, a giant marble bathtub, a kitchen of stainless steel and granite, a bar with a glittering liquor cabinet.

Springtime at a French estate. Fountains and gardens, echoing halls, the river flowing underneath, hedges and rows of roses, tall trees, horses. Quiet, still places for writing and reading, little tables and chairs. Trips into Paris, late night dinners and a canopied bed.

Two weeks at Lake Baikal, a dacha with wood floors and a sloping yard, lots of trees hammocks, a boat, lots of space.

Summer in an Italian villa, taking short jaunts into the Mediterranean, lounging on wide stone terraces, barefoot on stone floors, lots of sun through archways, a swimming pool, round tables, twisting staircases.

Late summer and early autumn in the Hill Country, living in the House on the Hill. Being able to drive and drive for miles, the indian summer weather. Wrap around porches, the view of the hills, high ceilings and tile floors, big kitchen, live oaks all around, the sound of acorns on the roof in the wind, walking barefoot in the yard.

Back to Prague in December, for the snow and Christmas. Cobblestone streets, cold stairwells and endless steps, back to the creaking wooden floor and richly colored rugs, old paintings, and shadows.

5. You get an repercussion-free hour to give vacuum-cleaner lady a piece of your mind (or anything else). What do you do/say?

First I would point out that having a baby with a guy who messes around with other girls and gets into violent arguments is a bad thing. Then I would rip all the carpet out of the apartment, set loose a mongoose or two, and finally beat the woman with the vacuum until it's unusable. Yeah, I think that would take an hour.