The New York Times just interviewed me for their blog, Paper Cuts. I think everyone should be interviewed once in a while. It makes you stop and think about yourself, something we don’t do very often. Oh wait. I think about myself all the time. I even think about myself being interviewed when there is no interview on the horizon. I like asking pretend questions like,

“Where did you get that outfit? It’s bomb” and
“Your ass is sick. How did you get such a nice ass?” and
“Your novel was amazing. Blew me away. Seriously, it made like the wind and blew me. Will you make like the wind and–”
Me: Hey, Mr. Gibson, that’s enough. (I storm out, texting madly.)

Fun times. In fact, let me know if you’d like me to interview you for this blog! It will make you feel good.
Anyway here are the real Stray Questions:

Stray Questions for: Kaui Hart Hemmings
By GREGORY COWLES

Kaui Hart Hemmings is the author of a story collection, “House of Thieves,” and a novel, “The Descendants.”

What are you working on?

I’m double fisting and working on two novels, both about … two different things. I’m excellent at describing what my books are about as you can see.

How much time — if any — do you spend on the Web? Is it a blessing or a distraction?

I spend way too much time checking e-mail and writing on my blog (How to Party With an Infant). But blogging is sort of like working since the blog, which shares the same title as a novel I’m working on, informs the novel and vice versa. Writing has never been like therapy for me, but blogging comes a little closer — I can smack-talk freely and frequently, and this is good for me. It’s better than Prozac, though a combination of antidepressants and blog-therapy is known to work wonders. So, “a blessing” is my answer.

Whose books are generally shelved around yours in bookstores? How does it feel to be sitting between them?

I suppose I’m next to Hemingway. I’ve never seen my book on a bookstore shelf. I’ve seen it displayed when it was a new release, but I’ve never gone back to the stacks after my book’s expiration at the front of the store. Not because I’m above it or anything, but I’d be mortified if someone caught me looking for my own book. It would be like getting caught googling yourself.