Does this book have a special meaning to
you? i.e. where you found the idea, its symbolism, its meaning, who you
dedicated it to, what made you want to write it?
We rarely know, at the
outset, why a story grabs us, only
that it compels the exploration. The meaning is the sum of what's written, and
we have to let the reader decide what that is.
Where do you get your storylines from?
Storylines? From life. A casual bar
conversation with a friend, revealing another side of his life. Casually
picking up a book. The murder of our babysitter. A tourist brochure. A news
item. An impossible parent. Imagining a terrible loss. The greater challenge is
finding the form of the story, who's telling it and why, the voice that works
best.
Was
this book easier or more difficult to write than others? Why?
BLIND WALLS was easier in one sense,
more difficult in another. Based on a play we wrote in 1997, we had the essential
story and many of the basic scenes. But the first question you ask yourself is,
why explore this story again? You answer that over the course of writing it.
And these days, you can get away with lots more stylistic craziness on stage
than on the page, so that necessitated finding a style that worked. Which led
to a radical expansion of the character of the blind Tour Guide who becomes the
“medium” of the storytelling.
Unfortunately, no. We’ve never been
able to avoid whacking our heads on the slat between pigeonholes. BLIND WALLS
involves the “paranormal,” but will disappoint readers intent on card-carrying
ghosts.
We realize that lots of readers
—like movie-goers, music-lovers, or foodies—really want to know the parameters
of what they're entering into. That's why we have genres, franchises, sequels.
Nothing wrong with that, and anyone starting out a career should think
seriously about the advantages. But we're not starting a career, so we have the
mixed blessing of writing whatever hooks us and then floundering around to find
who wants to read it. And nothing wrong with that either.
Give us a picture of where you write, where
you compose these words…is it Starbucks, a den, a garden…we want to know your
inner sanctum?
Where the writing happens? More an
outer sanctum than an inner. Our early writing years (in theatre) were
snatch-as-snatch-can—moments in between caring for our small kids, thousands of
miles in the touring van, rehearsals, performances, not to mention booking
tours, writing promo, designing posters or sets or puppets, and eating supper.
Now, it’s sometimes in a coffee shop, sometimes at the ocean, sometimes at the
library, sometimes in our studio improvising a scene into a recorder, sometimes
hunched at the desk with cat on lap.
And finally, of course…was there any specific
event or circumstance that made you want to be a writer?
We both grew up loving stories of
all kinds. When we started the theatre ensemble that became our livelihood, we
had both a necessity to make stories and a venue for telling them. Short sketches
became the gateway drug that led to a life of addiction to story. But it was a
long time before we thought of ourselves as “writers”—we were just the folks
who wrote.
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