When I first met Fawnda, she was an editor at the now defunct SEE Magazine. She was one of the first editors I worked with that allowed me the breadth of my creativity which I still find inspiring to this day. She and I came up with Edsters Dictionary, a dictionary where I made up all the words. For example:
(Noun) – An intense, one night platonic relationship with someone of the same mental capacity whom you have never met before. Usually happens whilst intoxicated.
“I had this extreme conversation with this guy at the Black Dog about how existentialism and objectivism are essentially the same side of a two headed coin. But today, I feel a bit weird about our relationshit. It’s like we mentally got to third base when all we intended to do was intellectually dry hump.”
As you can see, she was not afraid to unleash the Kraken.
Since then, Fawnda has taken on the world. She has written for VUE Weekly, Avenue Magazine, was the General Manager at the Freewill Shakespeare Festival and is currently the new General Manager at Theatre Network. On top of that she has a dynamic knowledge of wine, supports all things creative, a penchant for swearing as if it were an art form and is all an all around awesome lady.
If you would give yourself a nickname what would it be?
If you could switch one body part with anyone else in the world living or dead, who and what would it be?
Marianne Faithfull’s voice.
In five words, describe your most uncomfortable dream.
Serial beheader of journalists walks into a bar…
What is your favourite word?
What does that word smell like?
What is your spirit animal?
The quick brown fox. You know the one.
If ghosts existed, would you want to meet one? If so, what would you ask it?
Ghosts do exist. Do I want to meet one? Depends on the ghost. I’d probably ask why they were sticking around.
If you could share a bottle of alcohol with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be and what would you drink?
Bette Davis—gin. Closely seconded by Julia Child—something red of her choice.
What would you rather have as a pet: A dragon, a unicorn Pegasus or Ezra Levant?
Ew, yappy dogs are the worst, but Ezra Levant is the only one that would fit in my apartment. As I am against any form of pet cruelty, I’ll have to go with none of the above. (PS: Is a unicorn Pegasus a new thing? When did winged horses start sprouting horns? I really should get on Pinterest more often.)
Finally, if you could live your life over again with guaranteed success, what would you do?
When I first read this question every answer I thought of was something that I should start working on tomorrow. So nothing differently, I guess. Maybe I wouldn’t have scratched that chicken pox mark that turned into a scar on my forehead—but what’s life without any scars?