
A: My first writing (a dirty limerick) appeared and hopefully still appears on the bathroom wall of the john of Beecher Road Elementary School in Woodbridge, Ct. Incidentally, my age at that time was 31.
A: My first published book, now horribly, inexcusably, out of print, is 1001 Ways to Avoid Painful Rectal Itch.
A: I've annotated over 100 titles, but most tend to go out of print quickly. I have never been exactly sure why...
A: I like writing long novels on the beach in the sand, but those don't tend to last very long. I also enjoy writing on my dinner plate with my food, but then my mother usually yells at me, misinterpreting my writing for playing with my food and she sends me to my room without supper.
A: Truly grotesque literature, of course...
A: I actually like babies and old people the most because they usually make the most grotesque noises, especially after eating large meals filled with legumes.
A: Read all my books. Read cereal boxes. Listen to books on tape. Write. Rewrite. Edit. Rewrite. Burn everything you've ever written. Start again. Go to a Zen Monastery. Meet a liger. Eat. Fast. Sleep. Read some more. And make sure that you avoid acid reflux on the page.
A: Send a copy to yourself for copyright purposes. And when you do, remember it was you who sent it to yourself and don't open it up. And then send another to the Library of Congress. Please don't send a copy to me, my pet Spectacled Bear, Stinko, will eat it or use it for toilet paper. He is a nasty boy with many eating disorders.
A: I have no idea. But the best advice I ever got was, “Yo, Prof., why don’t you try standing on the street corner and screaming, ‘Buy my book, I need the money.’"
A: No. I had an agent once. Actually, he was a secret agent and then he disappeared after Russia lost the cold war. So my advice is don't worry about agents, instead, focus on proper dental hygiene and shaving the hair growing out of your ears.
A: If you have a great idea, go for it. Don't tell me, don't send it to me, don't do anything but spend a year writing it. And then another year rewriting and stay malodorus the whole time. In fact, recently, I lost the use of both my hands in a freak liger attack and I am writing this with my two big toes... So, obviously, you will want a writing partner who is a better typist than me. And one who clips his or her toenails.
A: Sorry, I'm not allowed to do that. The lawyer for Team Malodorus, LLC has strict guidelines about what I am allowed to do and if I break them, he will break all my toes and my shin-bones. But rest assured, I am constantly out and about, making the world safe for Killer Humungo Shrimp to roam the streets.
A. This does not mean to never shower or bathe. Being malodorus and truly grotesque is more a state of mind and a state of acid indigestion.
A. Soon, baby, soon… Be patient…