So there's this author questionnaire I'm filling out for Alloy/Warner Brothers. I've been needing to turn it in but haven't yet done so. I will, but it (combined with a quasi-flame war on facebook this morning regarding the wood I have for Quentin Tarantino) got me to thinking, how honest should I be?
A long time ago (far back enough that hallucinogens might have been involved), I came to a realization I considered profound at the time: even though I have eclectic taste in music and a warped sense of humor, I'm just an upper middle-class white girl who likes to write her angst and maybe has a bad attitude. Speaking of which, did I mention my love for Jesus? Like my mom says, church is for the sinner, not the saint.
Anyway, when I go to an author's blog or twitter feed or whatever, I like it best when I can get a sense of his or her personality. Makes me feel like I know them as a person, not just for what they write. I suppose this could be disconcerting to a public figure, but I don't really see myself that way (even if this book winds up selling a bajillion--please, God!--copies), so it's hard to project that distance.
All this to say, if I offend you, I'm sorry. I've been teased for being weird all my life, so the fact that I'm not going to make everyone happy isn't news to me. Hopefully we can still be friends.