“All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.”- F.Scott Fitzgerald.

When I was cutting up an old magazine to use for scrap-booking, I came across an F.Scott Fitzgerald interview, written in 1920, that they had re-printed for the (at the time) upcoming premier of The Great Gatsby movie.  
This interview was not your average interview.
As both the interviewer and the interviewee, this was an interview of Fitzgerald written by Fitzgerald himself. I thought this self interview was a very modern concept,  charming and interesting and a great way of seeing how Fitzgerald viewed himself, or at least, how he would have liked to be viewed by others. 

So in the style of that very interview (but not nearly as beautiful) here is an interview, with myself. 

It was a very hot day, especially for England, when I arrived outside of ‘Psycho Cinderella’s’ house in which she lives with her parents and her younger brother. Seeing no doorbell, I wrapped on the letterbox three times and was greeted by a very loud dog at the side of the house. I kept my distance from the gate as the small but seemingly angry dog threw himself at it, in an attempt to attack, and silently hoped that his bark was worse than his bite.

Eventually a figure appeared behind the porch door and it seemed like she was foraging for the keys. Eventually she seemed to have found them and unlocked the door, before immediately apologizing to me for the wait.

‘Oh and sorry about the dog. Don’t worry about him, he’s in the garden.’  She said, inviting me in. The creator and author of ‘PsychoCinderella’ has very black hair, which seems to be natural although this could be the work of a regular dye job. She is of average height for a woman and and has green tinted hazel eyes, which stand out nicely against her pale white skin. Not a typical vision of a blonde and blue eyed Cinderella, and as of yet, there has been no suggestion of any ‘psycho’ behavior.

‘Would you like something to drink?’I sensed a hint of reluctance when she asked this question.

‘I’ll have some water please, if it’s not too much trouble.’

She smiled, ‘Of course! I was hoping you’d ask for something like that. I hate making hot drinks.’

I followed her into the kitchen, the dog now barking at the double glazed kitchen door, teeth bared, jumping as if to try and reach the handle to open it himself. This must be a common occurrence when guests come to the house, as Psycho Cinderella did not seem the least bit concerned at his obvious blood thirst, if anything, just a little annoyed by the noise.

After she handed me my glass of water, and now back into the living room, we launched off into the questions.

‘What inspired the alias Psycho Cinderella?’ I began.

‘Well, it was a number of things really. At first I had the idea of calling myself and my blog, Professional Cinderella. I had heard it in the movie Girl, Interrupted when Lisa plans to run away to Disney world to be a ‘professional Cinderella.’ Although I’ve never been much of a Disney super-fan or anything, I thought that the idea of Cinderella symbolized my ‘dreamer’ or romanticist mindset. I kept that idea for a while until I watched the movie American Psycho, now one of my all time favorites, and then I got the idea for Psycho Cinderella. It not only represented my escapist mind but also my love for the crazy, or ‘psycho’ shall we say, characters in literature and cinema. I’m drawn to those characters like a moth to a flame.’

“Your blog, so far, is mostly made up of various film/book reviews and film related lists. Is this the type of writing you are most interested in?” I asked her, the oscillating fan blowing her wavy hair away from her face.

She shook her head and spoke, ‘Yes. I do it because I am so passionate about films and books and characters and everything else to do with it all, but there’s only so long you can talk at your friends and family. I’m rather an obsessive person, so I always like things more than other people do. By posting it online, it means I can be connected with people who actually want to hear me go on and on about some actor or film.’

‘So as a writer, do you think you are good at what you write?’ I asked, my eye catching the pile of books sitting on top of her laptop, each with a bookmark around the half way point.

She let out a sigh and smiled, ‘Isn’t that the question! I’m not sure if any writer thinks they are actually good at writing. I don’t know. I’ve only recently even started calling myself a writer, I used to always say I was ‘aspiring’ until I realized, oh wait, I actually do write a hell of a lot…so damn, I guess I am a writer. I love to write poetry and short stories, because I find writing the middle of a book hard, and novels seem to be made up so much…middle. I love 1st person narrative because I just love great, interesting (and slightly crazy) characters. Basically, I write what I want to read, and I read what I want to write.’

“Finally, do you think we’ll ever see some of your fiction or poetry on your blog?” I asked, curious to see the type of character she is capable of writing about.

‘Maybe one day. Or I think you might have to wait for my book, or my first feature film. Don’t worry though, you’ll get special V.I.P copies/tickets, I’ll make sure of it.’ She said excitedly, and then seemed suddenly aware of the dog, still barking, outside.

‘Sorry, I’m going to have to let him in soon.’ She said, becoming preoccupied with his presence, ‘As you can see, I already have a biggest fan…or bodyguard, I guess you could say!’

“That is a part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you are not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong”- F. Scott Fitzgerald. 





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