I know some of you might be getting sick of these Inner View posts by now, but you have to read #10 before you give up. I feel sorry for the people who are doing the interview after that one. It is going to be hard to beat. We have had some very funny answers, but this kid and her heartfelt exuberance for life, her clear goals and plans, her unbridled optimism, her honesty and sense of humor. I hope there are more teenagers out there like that.
But I do have a few more interviews lined up. I tried to call a halt so we could move on, but a few people said doing the interview would be making a dream come true, and how can I say no to that. And I try to be an interactive blog. I take your feedback… and then do exactly what I want to…
But since this is the first non self-centered, not about me, sharing the love thing I have ever done in my life, I think I can go on for a while longer… if you want me to.
Pouring My Art Out 
Sorry – but your blog has now been officially taken over by crack followers demanding more innerviews.
This is why we can’t have nice stuff… if I do something that becomes ‘popular’, and then keep doing it just because it is, then I lose everything that makes this place what it is… whatever that is.
You can’t lose that thing, because that thing is you. Even those inner-views posts are two-thirds you: your questions and your comments.
oh… right… I forgot how awesome I am and how hard I work for a minute there… silly me…
Exactly. You should never forget that. This is what makes us minions come back, at least those ones you’re not paying anything.
Did you not get your check? I will talk to the head payroll minion.
I really hope it’s not another crack squirrel.
No… a real life minion.
A crack squirrel wouldn’t be stealing form the other squirrels.
Only from other crack squirrels?
No, they are honest.
Sorry, i meant “only from minions?”
Humans are the inventors to thievery.
These inner views bring me inner joy. Keep ’em going.
Thanks… I go where the crack squirrels lead me…
Dude, keep going, I love this feature. It’s interesting and I get to meet new people and don’t have to read too much about you (just kidding – there is always some you in here). I think somewhere down the line (next year?) you should revisit the people you’ve interviewed with a follow-up.
I am going to end this by interviewing some characters from my sci-fi books… that is going to be awesome…
Interesting…
yeah
Keep it up, I like your interviews. Good questions. (find myself giving my own answers, without realizing it.)
We all do that in life, metaphorically speaking, don’t we?
I’m proud of you! ;D! Things move so fast on your blog I can’t keep up! I’ll have to catch up.
It is crazy around here… good luck.
Ha! I’m going to have to set my alarm and get up early or something (I have no idea how to do that, but I’ll try)
Well don’t hurt yourself.
I’ll wear a helmet.
All the people who show up here should do that.
Helmets and 3-D glasses should be issued at the door.
They are in the box by the snack tray. There are also boxes of water bottles, ropes, survival knives, anti crack squirrels repellent, flashlights, walking sticks, rifles and ammo, and maps.
Snack tray you say! I’ll be write over. Oh, is the anti[crack squirrel repellent free? (I’d bring my own but I’m fresh out as of this morning.)
Of course it is free… more or less…
Uh oh more or less is ambiguously troubling and somewhat intriguing . . . If you would have said more is less, I would have been totally confused as I always am whenever people say “more is less” or is it less is more? See how confused I am?
It costs no money, unless you count time you spend reading my drivel that you could have been earning money… also, you sold your soul when you signed up, and I am assuming that you assign your soul some value… and if you spend enough time here you might need to get new glasses to account for the eye strain, and that cost money… so… more or less…
Wait, I sold my soul when I signed up? I thought I was buying your soul? Well shoot, I would have read the fine print but I have eyestrain — thanks to your blog . . .
Nobody reads the fine print.