As “Writer Of The Month,” I Field The Tough Questions

Okay, they’re not so tough. But on her blog Through My Eyes, Ingrid Moore Curry — Ohioan, music fanatic, snooty people hater, Ving Rhames rebounder, proud member of The Secret Council Of American Negroes — did  ask me a few questions in the course of interviewing me as her Writer of the Month for May.

It is a mystery to me how, in the course of our short e-chat, I went from talking about the difficult relationship between The Great Commission and The Great Commandment to talking getting hunted down by torch-wielding villagers and beaten to death with sticks. Shows Ingrid’s genius as an interviewer, I think.

To anyone else who would like to interview me as their  Writer/Genius of the Month (or of the year, or whatever), I’d like to say do it!  Right now!

Thank you. Thangyaverymuch.


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  • Ingrid

    Or, it could be attributed your hilarious sense of humor. Thank you John, I really enjoyed you as this months featured writer!

  • John,

    Wow, should I comment here or over at Ingrid's site? That made for good reading. Is Ingrid a professional writer or just good at asking questions?

    Wish there were more questions but understand the short-attention span of blog readers. Especially when

  • LOL… Sam, you crack me up! The last time anything made me laugh that hard was when the was a knock at my front door one day and I opened it to find three naked

  • Ingrid


  • John, please, my wife sometimes reads this blog.

    And I was reaching for your wallet. -Sam

  • Why not, instead, use it as a catalyst for wondering whether or not you’ve wasted your entire life?

    Oh sure. Who needs to slam their head in the refrigerator door when they have you around to smack em upside the head! In answer to your question or jab (whichever), after serious reflection time of 3.7 seconds, my answer is that I haven't wasted my ENTIRE life though I would imagine I could calculate a few hours have been misspent by…oh….I don't know….hanging around the comment section of your blog like a cheap date!

    As to the hand on your butt….that was my foot and I find it very disturbing you confused the two. Or that you confused Sam and I. Either way…very disturbing.

    But serially, yes, you're right and when I say "you're right" I feel actually physical pain in doing so which should be noted and avoided. From my childhood I had something I wanted to do more than anything else in the world (like you with writing) and for most of my life I've done that and often times have done it reasonably well. It even paid the bills which was a nice perk. The writing thing is new for me though it's always been a secondary passion. This is only the first time in my life when I've begun to WORK at it, as in practicing writing and I suppose I need to remember that. But I admit, it would be nice to just wake up one day and be writing like John Shore. That is as long as I didn't get the goofy mug that came with it 🙂

  • Well, Anita, you're a wonderful writer, right now; your stuff exudes thoughtfulness and real compassion, which of course is superb. It's also defined by the MOST desirable quality writing can have, which is clarity of thought. You've got a real gift with that. The stuff you write about your own personal experiences relative to coming out and so on is some of the best of that type of literature I've read.

    (Oh, for what it's worth, I never WANTED to write. I actually always basically sort of hated the whole dynamic of writing; it wasn't until quite late in my life that writing was for me anything but what felt pretty much exactly like a curse. I hated it. For my whole life, I experienced it primarily as a burden.)

  • Laura

    Right now, with two weeks left in my college career, I would pay good money and possibly more for your "burden"…

  • John,

    You know, right after I posted my comment the Internet went down about 90 minutes in most of this zip code (Loudoun County, Virginia). I'm sure you had nothing to do with it.

    I wanted to be an electrical engineer and changed major five times. I can't escape that burden you speak of and will likely wind up *sigh* writing for some nearby newspaper or trade magazine. This although I've threatened to beat my children if they speak of becoming journalists as a career choice.

    My daughter want to be an artist when she grows up and asked me today if that meant she had to be weird. I told her I'm sorry, but that runs in the family and she's stuck with it regardless of career choice.


  • John,

    Are gift cards or cash preferable?


  • Okay, now semi-seriously…what a great interview Ingrid. A strong intro and great questions that fit in content and tone the crazy person you were interviewing. Here’s a question for both of you… From start to finish how much time did each of you put into the finished result? This is strictly curiousity on my part. Amuse me.

  • Those two bits you guys just did are HILARIOUS. Naked. TOO FUNNY!!

    Time-wise, I spent almost none. I just didn’t HAVE time, due to a ton of astoundingly intense stuff that’s lately been happening in the lives of my wife and I. I had this tiny window of time sometime last week; I sat down, opened Ingrid’s question, started typing, and was done. Ten minutes, at most. I almost didn’t send it back to her because I felt I’d done her a disservice by not giving it more thought. But then I thought not returning it would be MORE of a disservice. My hope is you didn’t ask about the time because you could just TELL I’d whanged it right out ….

  • John,

    I’ll get back to you on the interview thing.

    My questions will be aimed at capturing search engines, questions like “You wrote an open letter to Brittany Spears – Why not Miley Cyrus?” and “What was your most recent rebellion against God and why? Did it have anything to do with Joel Osteen’s book deal?”


  • Oh here I am, impressed up the wazzo yet again and if anyone actually knows what a “wazzo” is and where it’s located, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know and thereby have a favored expression ruined for all time.

    So no, John, I didn’t ask because I could tell you’d whanged it though how adorably self-deprecating of you to think that! I asked because aside from from contributing acutely pithy comments to your blog, and yes, how obnoxiously *hubristic of me, I spend ridiculous amounts of time putting words together, whether its blog posts, emails, or whatever the literary little thing. I have word envy of those of you who crank out massive qualities of really good stuff and I thought the interview was really good stuff along with all the other really good stuff you (and Ingrid and Sam and Ric and yadahyahdah) slap together. Now that I know you answered her questions in 10 minutes I’m going to go slam my head in the refrigerator door and then make a sandwich.


    *Hubristic is my word of the day which I try to use at least once during the day. Appropriateness is context is a bonus point.

  • Yeah, but, think about it. I make my living writing. Getting paid a lot of money to write whatever I want however I want is all I’ve EVER wanted to do. I haven’t trained for anything else; I’ve never studied anything else; that’s all I’ve worked for, my whole life.

    Wouldn’t something be wrong if you WERE as good a writer as I? THEN there’d be something seriously askew, right? If I were a professional tennis player, and everywhere I went there were amateur players as good as I was, wouldn’t that be … stupid, since it could never happen? It just doesn’t make sense. You’ve DONE other stuff with your life, stuff you thought was more important than learning the the very particular (and very peculiar) art of writing. Writing is a sideline for you, a hobby, an extension of the MAIN thing you do. Writing isn’t the main thing; it’s the ONLY thing I do. I’ve spent my whole LIFE learning to write the best stuff I can as quickly as I can. (And for sure, living-wise, it’s ALL about the speed-to-quality ratio.) I’d BETTER be a better, faster writer than you are, or verily, am I hosedeth.

    So don’t look at my being a better writer than you as a reason to whang your head with a refrigerator. There’s no need for that kind of extremity. Why not, instead, use it as a catalyst for wondering whether or not you’ve wasted your entire life?

  • I just purchased I’m OK-You’re Not. After reading Ingrid’s blog, I can’t wait to get into the book. It’s time. Out of the Christian ghetto and into the world!

  • Ingrid

    I am so glad you all enjoyed the review.

    @ Anita…It took me about a half an hour to write the review. The questions came first and I literally typed what I wanted to know and what i thought my readers would like to know.

    @ Sam… I am not a professional writer. I do it for the fun of it. I do the writer of the month post because I love to read. Thank you for the immense compliment though.

  • Ingrid

    @ Morningjoy… That makes everything worthwhile to know you purchased the book. Trust me… If you like Johns blog you’ll love his book!

  • Group hug, everyone!

    Okay, who’s hand is that on my butt? ANITA!

    Oh, wait.


  • Another comment himm I left one that said you came through, as usually, brilliantly and on the whole very thought provoking. You are a survivor no doubt about that and as I always say, our humour is our greatest asset.

  • Laura: No, you wouldn't.

    Sam: Journalism is a wonderful career, no?

    Anita: I'm good either way. But cash.

    Penlee: Thank you very much!

  • John,

    I can write a series of blog entries on your statement and probably will. This rather than kill off a blog entry I thought was intended to encourage and congratulate Ingrid on a wonderfully-written blog entry and interview.

    A lot of those who comment at your blog are truer journalists – like Ingrid – than many of the burnt-out unfortunates once again rehashing the history of Mothers Day for next weekend's edition of their newspaper.


  • Fantastic! Though to be honest I more or less "whanged out" my "reading" the interview so I'll have to go back & "read" it when His Highness is not "sticking his fingers in the VCR."

  • I think this is the funniest comment EVER. Too hilarious!! "Sticking his fingers in the VCR." I almost spit out my coffee. Which would have ruined my laptop. Which meant I would have had to sue you. So I'm glad that didn't happen.

    Sam: You lost me a little with your comment here, but … I sense you have mixed feelings about journalism and journalists. I don't, because I never spend any time at all thinking about anyone who isn't me. You should try it! Why not, like I do, spend all your time thinking only about me?

  • John,

    Ouch. Point taken.

    But it's not entirely true – I do spend a lot of time thinking about others – how to manipulate them into doing my bidding and meeting my extreme need for attention.

    Seriously – I'm sorry and apologize.


  • Sam: I have no idea what you're aplogizing for, but … no worries!

  • (Oh, for what it’s worth, I never WANTED to write. I actually always basically sort of hated the whole dynamic of writing; it wasn’t until quite late in my life that writing was for me anything but what felt pretty much exactly like a curse. I hated it. For my whole life, I experienced it primarily as a burden.)

    Amen. I hated writing. I always wanted to know how many pages I needed to pass the boring course. We did poetry once and I wanted to know how many lines. My sonnet made the student teacher cry. I remember she was hot. I don't remember anything about the poem. I passed, which is all that mattered to me at the time.

    BTW John, I think I'm supposed to read Comma Sense but the title scares me. It conjures up memories of grammar lessons! I know it suppose to be good for me and there in lies my problem. Is the sub-subtitle, Grammar for lazy middle-aged men who do NOT want to take to time to learn about grammar ??

  • I never hated the WRITING part of writing; sorry: I didn't say what I meant well enough at all. I hated that I had, relative to writing, a driving, constant internal asthetic imperative that for the life of me I just could not REALIZE. It made my life, and my relationship to writing, which I knew would be the primary art form of my life, pretty hellish.

    Anyway. Long story.

    Actually, that IS about the subtitle of the book. I didn't want it to have ANY "rules" in it–but co-author Rich did. So we compromised. Sort of.

    Anyway, yeah, rules. With punctuation, as with everything else, there's no getting around them.

  • Just testing a change in my sign-in info John.