S.G. Browne

I Am Not a Fan of Fruit Cake

For my next novel, Lucky Bastard, which comes out April 17, 2012, my publisher, Simon & Schuster, created an Author Revealed portal where I answer questions and share personal information, including my greatest fear, my favorite fictional hero, and my five favorite songs, among other things:

S.G. Browne / Author Revealed

To follow up on this, I thought I’d share a dozen additional tidbits of information that you might find enlightening, amusing, or worthless. Or maybe all three. I like to keep my options open…

  • My first job when I was 16 years old was making pizzas at Chuck E. Cheese. I earned $3.35/hour.
  • I attended Burning Man from 2004-2007.
  • While I’m definitely Beatles rather than Stones, I think The Who should be involved in the conversation.
  • Give me Mark Twain over Ernest Hemingway any day.
  • My cat’s name is Griffen. Sometimes when he purrs he sounds like a pigeon.
  • I’m a sucker for It’s a Wonderful Life.
  • I’ve been a fan of the Minnesota Vikings since 1977. Somebody please shoot me.
  • When I was 11 years old, I wanted to play professional football.
  • My major at the University of the Pacific was Engineering. That lasted one year.
  • I didn’t realize I wanted to be a writer until a year before I graduated from college.
  • My favorite artists are Vincent van Gogh and Edward Hopper.
  • I am not a fan of fruit cake.
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Filed under: Just Blogging,Lucky Bastard — S.G. Browne @ 8:24 am

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  1. Your earlier admission of your love of It’s A Wonderful Life has inspired me to write my next speech in Toastmasters about the story from Potter’s perspective. I give it Thursday. My daughter said, “My mom is writing Fan Fiction!” Ha Ha.

    Comment by Susan Seaman — December 13, 2011 @ 10:09 am

  2. That sounds like a great speech. Good luck! I hope your audience appreciates the perspective.

    Comment by admin — December 13, 2011 @ 8:58 pm

  3. From my speech:

    It was Christmas Eve, and once again that Bailey Charm succeeded in helping brother Harry become a war hero. I was prepared to give the obligatory congratulations to George when I saw him, but I didn’t see George. It was Uncle Billy who walked into my bank that day gloating and waving his paper in my face like Harry’s defeat was not over the Japanese, but over me. He said “You just can’t keep those Baileys down,” and added for good measure, “Some people like George Bailey had to stay at home . . .Not every heel was in Germany and Japan. “

    Then he gave me the paper with $8,000 tucked inside. I didn’t see the money until I got to my office. That was the moment when I made my fateful decision. I couldn’t help but savor the panic I saw when I peeked out my office door to see Uncle Billy looking for his money. His words, “You just can’t keep those Baileys down,” rang as a challenge in my head. Let em’ panic. Let em’ rot, I thought.

    I might have caved and given George the money when he came to see me. I was about to do it, when he told me that “HE” lost the money. He was going to take the blame while Uncle Billy walked away unscathed. I realized that if I handed over the money, I would be the one who took the blame for the crisis that day — not the man who gave me the money gift-wrapped in an insult.

    Comment by Susan Seaman — December 14, 2011 @ 7:56 am

  4. Nicely done. Now I won’t be able to watch It’s A Wonderful Life without thinking about poor Mr. Potter. Thanks for sharing!

    Comment by admin — December 15, 2011 @ 7:17 am

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