April 8th, 2005

A meme . . .

1) What book are you most proud of publishing?

"City of Saints and Madmen," by Jeff VanderMeer. This was the mother of all projects, the one and only, the first and the last, the alpha and the omega . . . you get the point. And this is the one that almost broke the camel's back-there were some days that I just wanted to toss it against a wall or stomp it flat under my feet, between all the tweaking, the delays, the loss of review copies . . . but, when all was said and done, it came out beautifully. Bantam may be reprinting it later this year, but hey, Prime had it first :-)

2) What book are you sorriest you didn't publish?

"Move Under Ground," by Nick Mamatas. Nick had actually come to me with his manuscript before anyone else and I loved what I'd had read of it, just from the get-go. Alas, I couldn't afford the cash advance (cheap bastard that I am!), but I was proud to see that Night Shade later considered and then picked it up, on my recommendation.

3) What songs are you most likely to play when in a bad mood?

If I'm in a terrible mood I'm not necessarily in the mood to listen to music, particularly. I mean, some act involving kicking a little yippy animal across the room comes readily and uneasily to mind, but I must resist the urge . . . I wonder if it's like kicking a football? . . . But I do like to listen to Within Temptation's "When a Dead Man Walks" or the Halo main theme when I'm sad or mad, to blast every last brain cell right off the face of this planet. I don't want to think, by any means. I just want to be swept aside by the music, walls and ground and body shaking to the sound and the fury. Nirvana!

4) Talk about fanfiction and slash a little.

Spock and Kirk. Spock and Kirk. Spock and Kirk. Ohmigod, I think I can just feel the brain cells flickering out, one by one . . .

5) To what decade do you think you relate the most?

I don't know. I really identify with any decade, really, having a memory that really resembles swiss cheese on a really bad day, but I do admire the 1950s, perhaps. I love the cars, the magazines, the paperbacks.