the pro files : between two chandeliers
Pondering a Title for this Post
Writer Q & A with ann james & staff hosted by Sir Patrick Eades
Disclaimer: All decapita(lisa)tions and other rebel Punktuations at the behest of HM the Author.
You are something of an enigma on Medium. Your writing style has been described as brilliant, bizarre, mind-boggling, and ‘fully whacked out.’ How did you develop your unique voice?
So, you’re not buying it that there are 12 women and two dogs (one bent on world domination) who share one account?
No. Out of interest, what does world domination look like?
Like Lucy Furr, our ‘Lab with attitude’. Here she is in downtown Calzoncillos, listening to what the doorknob said.

Do you ever feel pressure to be as zany and clever as you write in real life? Or does it come naturally?
No. Yes. In real life, I am a good listener. Me mum and da taught me not to interrupt adults. So to get a word in edge-wise with me family and friends, I am required to raise me hand and wait for permission from an elder to speak. “Tangent” is what I have been told to say first, cuz by the time I’ve been chosen to blather on, the conversation has turned to somethin’ else entirely.
Por ejemplo, I was once talking to the Caterpillar about madam mayor and mr. moo — as you can imagine, dragon, a politically-charged topic. Someone had the audacity to interrupt, asking me about Mound House and Madam Georgia. Turns out, she was a member of me clan. Five minutes later, we were on the phone, asking Madam Georgia to run for mayor of Calzoncillos. There are also several homeless people I’ve talked to recently who would be fine mayors.
I’ve been on Medium for about 9 months now, and that feels like a lifetime. I’ve already seen a lot of good writers come and go in that time. You’ve been here since 2018. Are they holding you hostage?
Yes. Nine months, enit? And you’ve not yet given birth to your first novel?
I am literarily pregnant, but I might need pharmaceutical inducement to deliver it. I guess what I’m asking is, what makes you hang around when so many others burn out in flames, or Subaru Impreza’s?
One burnout I was thinking of this morning was a new writer who, unaware of the yearly purge of bots and fake accounts, lost a lot of followers overnight and quit. Annie Trevaskis and others were not aware of it either. It would be nice to have a heads up from Tony Stubblebine’s staff next time. Bicho is doing his own purging as his new account grows. (i.e., I am number 150 from his current 117. Perdóname, por favor. [una mensaje privado, ¡Bicho, gurgle, gurgle, blub glub!]
A few others I’ve seen think Medium will make them the big bucks without putting a ton of work into it. They need to remember that a lot of writers are not even eligible for the Medium Partner Program because of where they live.
For me, Medium is a hobby. It’s the only social media platform I use. I can see what my loyal subjects are up to as well as those in Queen Raine Lore’s southern hemisphere. Raine, reina del hemisferio sur : reina lluvia : reina raine. So pretty. Can we do the rest of the interview en Espa —
— No. I mean, maybe next time, Your Majesty. [shuffling papers] You were the first person to comment on one of my stories, and your encouragement and support of new writers doesn’t go unnoticed. Would you say you are a mentor? And who have been your mentors?
[while Sir Patrick is checking his notes, queen ann exits stage right and carrie ann and ziggy take her place. carrie ann is the author of the award winning “snow boots and stilettos” and numerous maxi-golf rants. ziggy is a lab/ciao who thinks the golf course would make a perfectly nice dog park.]
i cannae believe no one else responded to your first story. since it’s about flog, and it’s flog season here now the snow’s melted at 4800 feet, we’ll not likely have more snow-shoveling to do in the high desert valley, only shit. i’ll trade in me snow shovel for a garden shovel. the ground’s thawed so you know what time it is! have you any politicians who should be buried? ccontact Kristen Stark for dead politicians. keep in mind, she is busy with a new real world job at the moment. i’ll take the live ones. mrs. jackson is always ready with a lecture for them. and, por supuesto, lucy and ziggy will help them back out the holes for the wee price of dog biscuits from rex of sir Robert Gowty’s s.s. corrington.
robert-the-guillotine gowty has 5 ⭐ snacks. — ziggy
hmmm. . . Tejaswini Katreddy is the only writer who has openly admitted i’m her mentor. she’s mine.
“Carrie, you have work to do, sweetie.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Madam Georgia of Georgia’s Elite, Mound House, Nevada, takes Carrie Ann’s place. Ziggy stays. There might be more tasty snacks.
Sorry, Sir Patrick. It’s a bit hectic here. Please help yourself to the delicious lamington from New Zealand and coffee from Cafetal Gloria, Oaxaca, the best in the world. Where did we leave off? Oh, yes, mentors.
Mentors are my heroes. I’ll not go into detail here as to who my mentors are. Andy Garcia’s character, John Buber, says it best in the 1992 movie:






