As part of our second year of fun and frolic here at Canadian Lesfic, we are posting a series of author interviews. From time to time you will have the opportunity to learn more about what the members of the Admin. Team and other authors have to say about writing, and about themselves. Enjoy!
Editorial Note from Benny:
Way back when in the dark ages when the much-beloved Anne Azel suggested posting author interviews here at Moose Hall, she provided a list of sample questions. She followed them up with this comment:
The author would have the right to remove any question and replace it with one of their choice. (Benny, the group maintains the right to censor yours. 🙂 )
Author Name: Benny Lawrence
Province of Residence: Ontario
Publisher: Bedazzled Ink
Titles of Books: The Ghost and the Machine, Shell Game, Rabbits of the Apocalypse
Awards or recognitions: Goldie Award for Fantasy (Shell Game), Goldie Award for Science Fiction (Rabbits of the Apocalypse), Rainbow Award Runner-Up for Fantasy (Shell Game), Rainbow Award Honourable Mention (Rabbits of the Apocalypse).
Q: Okay, um. You know how you’re always making jokes about how Her Majesty the Queen of England has you locked up in a sex dungeon underground? What the hell is up with that?
Here’s the thing with HMtQ, our beloved Lizzie Part II: The Lizzening. She is, technically speaking, my ultimate boss. I had to swear an oath of personal loyalty to her my first day on the job. Canadians, amirite?
This being the case, I find it amusing to hold her personally responsible for the nutty work schedule which comes along with being a lawyer. Consider: which of the following would you rather say? This?
I’m sorry, I can’t come to your Giant Ninja Megaparty; I know I was working all of Saturday, but I haven’t finished the brief yet, so I need to go to work at death o’clock on Sunday and stay there until my eyeballs melt.
I’m sorry, I can’t come to your Giant Ninja Megaparty; Her Majesty the Queen plans to tie me face-down to a desk and spank me with my own briefcase from dawn until midnight.
It helps take the sting out of those seventy-hour workweeks.
Q: Oh, right, you are the one with the screwy sense of humour. Don’t you sometimes take that a little too far? Your books sometimes take things to a pretty dark place, and when there are funny bits included, some people get uncomfortable and sarcastic and call you names.
Yep, I remember. I’m still reeling from the revelation that people have opinions on the Internet. Reeling, I say.
I work in a job where I see pretty horrific stuff on the regular, and one of the keys to staying sane is never to lose your ability to laugh. It doesn’t mean that you’re not serious about the horrors in the world, or that you’ve stopped caring. It means that you’re hanging on to your ability to share and to connect. Laughter is one of the glowing little campfires that we the human race cluster around when there are terrible toothy things in the dark. So’s imagination, which is why I come home at the end of those aforementioned seventy hour weeks and start hammering away at my silly little stories.
And in the realm of literature- well, I’ve said this before, I say it again: a humourless hero is boring to me. All those square-jawed white male superheroes who sit brooding in the corner, stewing in angst about their terrible suffering? They have all the human interest of a dampish wad of paper napkin. Much better if they could laugh at themselves and go to sleep.
Q: Fer realsies though, you are pretty weird.
That’s not even a question.
Q: Doesn’t it ever get to be too much and start to chafe? The weird?
You want weird? Weird was the day when I got semi-kidnapped by a professional maker of latex accessories, and she was in the process of making a cow costume for a friend of hers who happened to be breast-feeding, so I helped her shop. Then we had veggie burgers and she told me all about her latest orgy and I lost my bra under the table. Or, like, the day when I was in high school when I stole a girl’s uniform and sent her to class without it. Or the day when I accidentally forced a prominent Canadian politician to jump off a plane.
That stuff was weird. This doesn’t even rate.
Q: How sleep deprived are you, right now, this very minute?
Somewhere between three and monkey.
Q: Oh hell, we’re never getting this interview back on track. Can you post a picture of your cat in a pirate costume?