As we’ve already explained in previous interviews, this is not a meet the author and find out all the writerly yawn-fest things she does kind of thing. Instead, we took questions a doctor or cop searching for a serial killer might ask and tweaked them a little. It’s been enlightening… and disturbing.
Katrina Monroe (Saete) is hilarious. Let’s just get that out of the way so I can get paid. Her most recent book, ALL DARLING CHILDREN, is possibly THE BEST THING EVER, so you should pick it up. If you’re a pussy who can’t handle some darkness, I have to ask what you’re doing here. Seriously, get out.
Now, she helped compile these questions, but had no control over what ones she got. She doesn’t like big surprises, so we had to do it that way or there’d be another “incident.”
Let’s see what we scraped out of her head.
What would you do if you found a dead body in your lover’s freezer?
Since my lover’s freezer is also my freezer, I would probably wonder if I’d been sleepwalking again. A person can only take so much Ambien before the dreams start showing up in the daytime. Wait. Is this a dream?
*Yes. Shouldn’t you be naked? *
Tom Hiddleston or Tom Cruise? Explain your answer
TOM CRUISE IS A BASTARD. YOU TELL HIM THAT. YOU TELL HIM AND THAT ASSHOLE ATTORNEY OF HIS THAT I WON’T BE BOUGHT, YOU HEAR ME?
*Still upset about the “Tom” thing. Noted. *
You’re stranded. Maybe it’s the end of the world. Who knows. What matters is the food situation is pretty damn sketchy. You’re starving. Your friends (no family survived. Sorry about your loss) are starving. Through a few heated rounds of rock, paper, scissors, it’s been decided you’re the first to be eaten. Would you rather they eat you piece by piece, keeping you alive, so you can also eat, thus ensuring everyone has a better chance at survival, even though you’ll have to eat yourself and watch others eating you, and probably lose a few limbs, or do you want them to just kill you and do what they must with your body?
You’re a sick fuck, Miller. Kill me and get it over with.
*We promised no judgments here, didn’t we? THIS IS A SAFE PLACE TO TALK ABOUT HARD THINGS. REMEMBER?! *
Have you ever lied about something just because you knew you could get away with it? Care to elaborate?
When I was in college, I decided to see how long I could get away with pretending to be British. Turns out the answer is a long fucking time, because I went to college in Florida, where high IQs are about as plentiful as snowfall.
*I love British accents. I bet they were all blinded by your sexiness. *
Tomorrow you wake up and you’re the opposite gender. What’s the first thought that comes to your mind and the first thing you do?
“Does this mean I get paid more now?” And, I’d probably pee on something. Because, duh.
*I’d pee on EVERYTHING. *
Now, tell me what you see in this picture:
The ink blot is obviously two pigs, snouts thrust up in the air, fighting over an ugly dress.
I can’t believe you guessed what it was. Amazing.
Thanks for coming out. The dwarf has your meds. No, you may not have the knives back. They’re community property now. Maybe next time you’ll respect boundaries.