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Poppy Z. Brite
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A: Getting to make a living from spending time with your imaginary friends.
A: I probably said it at some point, but I don't wish to dig up old nastiness. The Stokers don't really mean anything to me one way or the other these days.
A: No, thank God.
A: Yes indeed. It was a gift from David Niall Wilson, and I don't know why he sent it to me, but something about it caught my fancy.
A: I already knew the New Orleans restaurant scene well enough that I didn't have to do a lot of research, except about small, technical things like licensing. Of course, I did have a great many restaurant meals that were called "research" for tax purposes!
A: I've been married to a chef for fifteen years, and had long hoped to write a funny novel set in the New Orleans restaurant world. I remember first thinking about it in 1993 and realizing I didn't know enough about it yet. After several years of hearing stories, meeting characters, and eating meals, I finally felt ready to do it. As for being a restaurateur, noChris co-owned a restaurant in Athens, GA several years ago, and I don't ever want to give up that much of my life again. As he says, "It's like a 500-pound baby that never grows up."
A: No, I'm not very interested in using other people's styles. What I like about Burroughs is his incredibly vivid imagery. I think people get distracted by his arcane subject matter and techniques, and don't always realize what a fine, gifted writer he was.
A: I doubt it. It was just a lucrative opportunity that came along at the right time (i.e., when I didn't have much else going on), and while Courtney herself was a real pain in the ass to work with, the actual writing was easy to the point of being dull. It gave me a few years of complete financial freedom, during which I traveled a lot and wrote a lot of short stories, but I'm currently too involved with my own fiction to feel much interest in taking on any other projects.
A: The Sacramento Kings, because I love the way they play and they're not afraid to show one another a little man-love.
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