Who are you?
I don’t know.
[Don’t say that, say something humble and brave, about wandering and not being lost and how I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Quote a poet. Or a philosopher. Do not quote Star Trek. Please.]
I know who I am but I’m not going to tell you.
What do you write?
I write […]

Who are you?
A mass of fearons or is that leaptons trying to make sense of the world. No seriously I am just trying to make sense of the conflict that is life. We are given desires and dreams and then often the inability to make them real cos life comes along and makes it impossible. […]

Who are you?
If I could work that out, I wouldn’t write at all. I’m a hybrid in that I’ve lived for years in several different countries, including five years in Spain and more than eight years in Argentina. In a few days I return to a London winter. I’m Scottish, and was […]

Who are you?
I am a fiction writer, visual artist, cross-dresser, palm reader, cook, and traveler of inner and outer worlds. When you travel to spots like Siberia and pack a sex toy in your luggage, you have to be prepared. The woman gate officer in Kyzyl waved my magic wand in the air and asked […]

Who are you?
A flawed but likeable character, often loved, rarely despised, aware that I’m not the man I thought I was and never will be, and given the chance, I’d slip back into the past, never to return. I’m also English to my coccyx, in the Monty Pythonesque tradition if you will, and sick and […]

Who are you?
I haven’t the faintest idea, and that is serious. I reinvent myself most days, and end up with the same package, give or take, but it’s always an accident. I was adopted at birth, and I guess that makes you query your roots, and see every other rootlet as a very tenuous thing […]

Who are you?
Do you mean this in the literally literary, or in the metaphorically metaphysical, sense, Ms. Koromilas? My name, for your information, is Omar Clew. I am an anagram, a mammogram, a telegram with your name and DOB on it! I am the one that descends upon you in the darkest depths of your […]

1. Who are you?
I find that I have less idea what the answer to this question is as I get older. No wonder people go senile and forget everything. Actually, I’m looking forward to forgetting who I am and everything about my life; sounds like bliss.
2. What do you write?
Very little because I am an […]

1. Who are you?
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. I am a Canadian who has live most of her life in the United States. So I figure this makes me North American. I am a daughter and a sister and a wife and an Aunt I am hopeful to one day be a mother. […]

1. Who are you?

A good question. In essence I’m a person of conflicts, and a writer who involuntarily creates conflicts. The list of my personal conflicts is too long for a minute. For the latter I’ll give one recent example: A few weeks ago my website www.xujuneberlein.com went live, and the very first web contact […]