I’ve been interviewed a few times in the past, but I’ve never been part of an interview as delightfully unhinged as this one. And everyone involved was stone-cold sober the whole time.
I can do nothing but tip my whimsical hat to Birgitte Rasine. You may all refer to me as the Queen of Scoundrels from here forward.
It is a dark day when cats act as attorneys, historical fiction writers become the Queens they write about, brawls break out in courtrooms, and Flat Bar conspiracies spin their cacao silk webs around the unsuspecting minds of Substack readers.