For our first 10 Questions interview of the new decade, we’ve asked Kate Inglis, photographer, authoress, and (we’re pretty sure) a Pirate Queen sweetly disguised as a mother of her brood of pirates-in-training:
What was the last book you read?
A Pirate’s Ten Super Secret Hints for Writing Adventure Novels.
What was your favourite book growing up?
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, but that’s also because when I was growing up, I was that kid in the front row of the class with my hand waving in the air. A book about words? A place called Dictionopolis? Take me there.
What literary character do you most relate to?
On a good day Superman, if comic books count as literary. On a not-so-good day, Mrs. Twit.
“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.” Name that book!
Batcher in the Rye. No wait. Catcher in the Pie. Arggh! It’s not that. Gimme a minute. I’ve almost got it. Latcher in the Lye.
Describe your dream day off.
My dream day off begins in a field somewhere in Scotland, surrounded by sheep. That sounds more idyllic than it really is because fields in Scotland are really disgusting, and the sheep are too. Everything, for the most part, is head to toe in poop and mud. It’s very refreshing, as long as you don’t mind poop and mud. And it’s always preceded and followed by lovely things like porridge with butter, and cookies with butter, and extra-hot tea with too much sugar. After I walk around with the poopy, muddy sheep (I am wearing high wellies and a long raincoat) and after I eat buttery porridge and sugary tea, I curl up in front of a fire with a wooly blanket all tucked around my feet, and I write about pirates who are, for the most part, covered head to toe in poop and mud. And then a bunch of friends come over, friends who talk loudly and laugh loudly and argue about ridiculous things. I sit with something frothy and watch them and smile. Then I go to sleep in a room so cold it’s a meat locker, buried underneath a feather duvet so heavy that I can’t move my legs. That’s my dream day off. The only other requirement is that meanwhile, my sons and husband are also having their dream days off, and I suspect those probably involve LEGOLAND!!! and Whistler, BC.
If you could attempt any profession but your own, what would it be?
I would write stories about pirates. Wait. Oh. Wow! Hey!
What would your pirate name be?
My pirate name would be very plain and very ordinary. Like Kate Inglis, Ploddingly Slow Writer. And all he other pirates would mock me.
What is your favourite word?
Who do you want to be when you grow up?
When I grow up, I want to live on the outside in a way that makes sense on the inside. I don’t know if anybody really does this. Isn’t that a shame?
What is a Woozle?