— There. So I have written that. But where am I going with it? It’s too long. I am flummoxed. I fear doing it the wrong way. I have not interviewed anyone about their writing before. Well at least not in writing, nor officially. Only informally, while standing in swimming pools as the children splashed about, running my fingers through the water’s edges, or while leaning against desks in brightly lit classrooms. I should read everything he ever wrote first. No that doesn’t make sense. It is for me to tease the lost threads of both old and new stories from him. Otherwise it’s a review, not an interview. How do I proceed? I should take a journalism course. I should have majored in Journalism in university. Or Literature, or even fashion design at least as I was perhaps meant to do. Why did I take Linguistics? Because it was easy and I was afraid of failing. And now I will make a mess of everything. No, don’t be silly, old girl, you’re fine. You’ve listened to so many great interviewers. Even if the tiniest iota of all that listening sank in, it can’t be all bad. Sent him an email. Tell him you haven’t forgotten.
Notes from a writing journal. Stardate 96745.1
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