A bit blocked for ideas, I decided to play with the Proust Questionaire that occupies the last page of Vanity Fair magazine, before I settle down and tackle the final edit of my current project and get ready to commence the new one. Feel free to do this too if, like me, the weekend laziness is still lingering.
What is your current state of mind?
Vaguely uneasy, with a sense that there is something important I have forgotten to attend to; some unfinished business.
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
To be in a state of complete and graceful peace; free of any animosity, worry or guilt. Good health, a kitchen and a computer.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Honour: a scrupulous sense of what is right; a high standard of moral behaviour or integrity.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Being able to stand on her own two feet and not depending on a man for her livelihood.
“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be.”
Which living person do you most admire?
Zackie Ahmat; AIDS activist.
What is your greatest extravagance?
I have many, probably good food.
When and where are you happiest?
At a table in a kitchen overlooking Glencairn Beach, writing while a pot simmers on the stove behind me.
On what occasion do you lie?
To avoid hurting someone’s feelings and when I want to decline an invitation.
What is your greatest fear?
I can’t go there.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
My slight paranoia.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would do some form of physical exercise.
Which historical figure do you most identify with?
I’m stumped by this one.
What is your greatest regret?
That I ever started smoking.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
I think it lies in my future…