I'm not particularly good at playing show-and-tell with my achievements or my notice. I tend to want to hide my light under dumptruck. However, Alana Noel put a tremendous amount of work into interviewing me (she probably sent me around ten emails asking questions), and she took such care in putting together the interview, I wanted to bring her work to your attention. That it's about me is almost incidental.
I want to give you a brief excerpt from Alana's writing about me (which, frankly, is still a very foreign concept: that anyone would be interested in writing about me):
I don't know a lot about Chelsea Girl’s childhood. I often assume genius springs from a troubled past. I understand that's cliché. Having read Pretty Dumb Things for over a year, I’ve noted two things about the author. One, her life hasn't been easy, but it’s been busy and brave, and she's no stranger to humility. Chelsea Girl's father disappeared from her life. Her sister has schizophrenia. Chelsea Girl herself put a noose around her own neck and then checked herself into a hospital where she was treated for depression. She struggles with depression still and sees a shrink. She's filed bankruptcy. She suffers wicked insomnia. And when CG decided to earn a Master's Degree, her family and friends didn't believe she could do it. Chelsea Girl has confronted pessimism on all sides.
The blogosphere assaults us daily with people who can't write, who can sort of write, and those who write well but don't have much to say. Few bloggers manage to transcend the personal for the universal. But writing is (should be) art. And art begins as a selfish act transformed through the process of expression to altruistic. Chelsea Girl is an artist’s voice for women: Ironic. Paradoxal. Introspective. Unapologetic. Sexy. Needy. Sad.
Here's the link to the entire, and rather extensive, interview.
Thanks, Alana. I am seriously humbled.