I’m going to the National Young Writer’s Festival: doing some workshops, sitting on a panel, hosting a trivia night and hopefully getting a story of mine recorded. If you’re there, come say hi! If you’re not, here is why Festival co-director and friend Ben Jenkins will be icing me out like we just broke up.
I don’t like interviews. I find my mouth running away from my brain and the part of my id that stores words like “liminal” and “preposterous” lights up and starts firing pretension on all cylinders. Email interviews are even worse because they give me enough time to figure out how be a very specific awful to very specific, lovely, talented people.
I think what worries me the most is that I didn’t think about this, even for a second. I didn’t see the question as I scrolled down. As soon as it popped up, my fingers flew to this very specific lie. It just seemed natural, going through the interview, to accuse my friend of pooping his pants on the website he’d made for the artistic festival he’d co-directed. I don’t know why I did this.
I think I might have a problem.
Sorry Ben! Thanks for the opportunity to slander you publically and uh, meet people whose work I admire, like you, in a context I usually wouldn’t have access to.
I promise I won’t make this worse by listing search terms like Ben Jenkins Sydney Comedian Chaser National Young Writer’s Festival Australian Comedian Writer Storyteller 2012 Pants Poop Director Project 52 Scandal Kim Kardashian Kanye West iPhone 5 Hamster Wheel Michael Hing Can of Worms.