A SHORT INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR CLAY ERIKSON
Q – Could you tell us a little bit about yourself? Let’s do this a little differently, please reply in third-person.
A – He shrugged and nodded, not willing to let this chance go by. Clay wasn’t birthed in a traditional sense, but he was born and raised in a picturesque coastal settlement in Southland, New Zealand. Clay’s fingers have spent most of their life on guitar strings, cameras, archaeological artifacts, bees, and essentially trying to avoid “working” for a living. Presently he wears the daytime skin of a museum curator, possibly the coolest job in the universe.
Q – Well, that was strange.
A – He agreed.