When I was an undergraduate, I wrote a lot for my schools student newspaper’ (mostly for the arts section), and hosted a book show for the school’s community radio station for two years. In the course of these activities, I did a lot of interviewing. If a subject ever expressed any discomfort at being interviewed, my standard response was: “You have the easy part: all you have to do is talk about yourself. That’s a subject you should know inside out. I have the hard part: I have to come up with interesting questions and structure them in a way that will make sense to the person listening to the interview!”

As I started putting my fictional writing out for public consumption, the table turned: now, I was the one being interviewed. And, I learned a valuable lesson: talking about yourself is hard! It may be Canadian modesty, or my introverted nature, or some combination of those and other factors, but talking about myself wasn’t nearly as easy as I thought it would be! (My apologies to anybody whose difficulty being interviewed I may have downplayed in the past.)

Being interviewed, like any other human activity, is something you get better at with practice. I like to think I now make an engaging interview subject. But, you can decide for yourself. Last month, I was interviewed by the Web site Comcastro. It was a little raucus and a lot of fun. The interview has just been posted on their Web site – give it a listen (it’s at the bottom of the page). If you’ve been following my posts here, some of the stories will be familiar to you, but there’s also a lot of information about me that I don’t talk about much (like my relationship with Richard Nixon – purely professional, I assure you). 

I may just be getting the hang of this being interviewed thing.

Last week, I wrote that there were both nature and nurture aspects to who I am, as a human being and a writer. I wrote about nature (my dance with autism); I have put some time between that and writing about my upbringing so that readers wouldn’t get the feeling that my childhood was a Dickensian nightmare. Still, I did say I would write about my nurturing, so…

My parents were unhappy people whom I remember fighting constantly when I was young. Of course, children believe that everything in the universe revolves around them, so I assumed that they were fighting about me (well into my 30s, if I was around my parents when they were fighting, I would be afraid to listen lest it had something to do with me – those childhood feelings are hella powerful). Because I carried the weight of the bad things that were happening around me, I resolved to go through life making as few waves as possible, being as anonymous as I could be, so I could cause the least damage to people around me.

Combined with my other emotional dispositions, this made me the exact opposite of who I needed to be to succeed as an artist. :-( Things like this contest – win or lose – are important in helping me break out of that emotional straightjacket and, hopefully, reach for the audience my writing deserves.

A couple of years ago (because I can sometimes be slow that way), I realized that my decision when I was eight years old to write comedy was a way of making myself feel better, to help me survive a rough childhood. Over time, this intention grew: first, if I could make my family laugh, maybe it would make them feel better, then I extended this to anybody who would read my writing. Perhaps my writing could make the world a better place by helping alleviate the suffering of my readers, if only for a short while.

Unhappy childhoods happen to a lot of comedians, but I wouldn’t put too much into that. For every one of us in that position, there are hundreds of people with unhappy childhoods who became alcoholics, abusers or right wing politicians (or some combination of the three). The choice to turn childhood pain into humour is more complex than that.

The more I think about it, though, the clearer that connection is in my life.

PS: Everybody in my family went through therapy and came out better people, with a much greater capacity for happiness. I get along with my parents – who are my biggest supporters – much better now. Our life experience is always with us, of course, but we do not have to let our past rule how we live in the present.