Being Interviewed by Rachell X Russell

Rachel X Russell interviewed me ages ago—in fact, it’s one of my favorite interviews ever—but for some reason I can’t find the blog post where I told you all about it. It’s probably somewhere on my site, called something like “How Not to Be a Pirate, or Why Ninjas Make No Sense,” which would be why I can’t find it. But, anyway, I’ve been sort of tidying up my blog (I know, I know) and creating a page for all the interviews I’ve done over the years on others’ sites, and of course I need a blog post pointing to Rachel’s interview.

But, as it turns out, Rachel herself has had trouble with her blog in the meantime. So she and I have agreed to re-post it on her new blog under the title Hit Me Again, Dorothy L. Sayers.

Just kidding. We didn’t name it that. But she did re-post it at Interview: A. Victoria Mixon.

Seriously, you guys—Rachel asked me some of the hardest questions I’ve ever been asked. Such as: whom would I hit with one wall of my office if I could? And how do you hit someone with a wall, anyway?

Except she sneakily made that question about purses.

Please join us and find out how my father could have been in Pirates of the Caribbean with Johnny Depp (true story!).

5 thoughts on “Being Interviewed by Rachell X Russell

  1. Sabine says:

    Thanks for that great interview. Your obvious love of literature is refreshing in an environment where there is too much talk about sales and marketing.
    Speaking of vintage mysteries, I know you have written posts about Hammett and Chandler before, but do you think you might write a post about obscure writers from the 20s to 50s that are worth rediscovering?
    Despite having a TBR pile that’s trying to reach the sky (and well on its way to succeed) I’m always on the lookout for ‘new’ authors and I’m sure your readers would be interested too!

    1. Victoria says:

      Sabine, I have a whole wall full of writers from the 20s to 50s who are worth rediscovering! I find them in mystery aisles of second-hand bookstores up and down the entire US West Coast. Powell’s Books in Portland breaks out the champagne when they see me coming.

      Thanks for the request—I will try to get to this next week.

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