Q & A with the author (and his Thoughts).
Q: What is Cool Mint Blue?
A: Aside from a book, Cool Mint Blue is a state of mind.
"You tell 'em!" His Ego interjected.
"Would you be quiet and let him speak," said his Sense of Humility.
"He is the author."
"Yeah, and he's taking all the credit for our work," the Sense of
Ego replied.
"The true joy is in the creation process, and not in anticipated accolades,"
the Sense of Humility said. "But, being an Ego, you wouldn't understand
humility."
"Yeah, and that little number, you did the other night, with the handcuffs
and rope, that was a real joyful process for you, wasn't it?" Ego responded.
Ego watched the Sense of Humility turn several shades of red and purple before
it stomped off, presumably to find the still missing Sense of Self-Respect,
and beat the crap out of it.
Ego smirked and reveled in the feeling of being completely pleased with itself
for having humiliated Humility. "Go on, Bobby boy, tell 'em more about
Cool Mint Blue."
Q: Could you elaborate on that?
A: Well, Cool Mint Blue is the state of mind one reaches when one is
at total inner peace with one's self.
"Oh please," said Fred, his Thought in charge of the over all
Thought Processing Center. "Have you taken a look inside your own mind
lately? It's so easy for you to paint pleasant pictures of people's minds as
meadows with Fields of Dreams, but your Fields of Dreams have been plowed under
by your sadistic Sense of Reality, which, by the way, has a nasty streak a mile
wide.
"And as for those meadows, with pools and cabanas, and ritzy bars, you
own meadows are cluttered with stacks of notes on future novels, which your
Sense of Order ignores because it's spending time in the seedy dives of your
mind's red light district," Fred concluded.
At least my Sense of Order has its priorities straight. Er, excuse me.
Q: You seem distracted. Is something wrong?
A: Just getting lost in my thoughts.
"Yeah, along with your Sense of Trust, which still thinks of your mind
as a safe place in which to get lost," Fred retorted.
I'd rather get lost in my own mind than deal with much of society.
"Yeah, look at what happened to his Naive Thoughts and Sense of Innocence,"
chimed in his Sense of Sarcasm. "All sacrificed to the Sense of Hedonism."
Fred cleared his throat. "Well, um, not all."
Sarcasm glared at the comptroller. "Have you hidden some Innocence and
Naive Thoughts in here somewhere?"
"I'm not gonna tell you," chirped his Sense of Childishness.
Sarcasm smacked Childishness up side its head. "Don't make me bitch slap
you," it warned.
Childishness ran away in search of the lost Sense of Nurturing, which disappeared
sometime in the late 1990's while on an expedition to find a Sense of Comfort.
Q: So where do you go when you get lost in your mind?
A: I like to let my mind wander. It helps me plan plot twists and also
work on ConjurMan.
Q: Exactly what is ConjurMan?
A: ConjurMan is my pagan name, and the name of a company I formed with
two friends. ConjurMan as a company was meant to show the human capacity for
self-evolvement by offering novelty items such as tarot coins, T-shirts, and
other paraphernalia geared toward the gay and pagan communities.
Q: And these items show human evolvement how?
A: All people need some novelty in their lives. Taste and capacity
for novelty changes with time, so these items are all part of an evolvement
process.
Q: So you are more than a writer?
A: Again, we come back to the multifaceted diamond aspect of my personas.
I'm a Realtor, specializing in residential real estate who prefers to deal with
the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community. I'm a tarot interpreter,
and a writer of fiction.
Q: So you wear different hats for different people?
A: No. I'm always myself, it is others who have different perceptions
of who I am. To you I may be a writer, yet to someone else I'm a Realtor. I'm
always me.
Q: And exactly who are you?
A: I'm a gay man trying to make a place for myself in a cruel and unforgiving
world.
Q: So can you tell us more about Cool Mint Blue?
A: It's a satirically look at the mind, and how it works for one young
woman.
Q: And how does your mind work?
A: Of its own accord.
"Good answer," Fred said.