Name: Elena Gomez
Literary pets? I have no literary pets: my books feed me, really, so who then is the real pet in this situation? I enjoy surprises. Anti-dad books. Anti-gender books. Books that weaponise their readers. Books that teach me. Books that scold me sometimes but in a loving way. Books not afraid of hope in hopelessness. Books that spit on bankers. Books that set cities on fire. Books that are cities burning.
Favourite novellas? Flesh by Brigid Brophy (though some would argue it's a novel, but to me it's a novella). Nanni Balestrini's novellas.
Why do you get up in the morning? The combination of waged and unwaged labour gets me up in the morning. Threats of, that is. Necessity. I wake up so I can read things and then dream about them at night. Except mostly dreams are forgotten and intangible (except for one time when Mikhail Bulgakov threw hot coffee in my face. A cat laughed in the corner. Diane di Prima once hugged me for a long time, too, and both our bellies were expanding at the same time). There are emotions from seeing things like the sun and water and clouds that can be positive. I get to ride the bus across the Harbour Bridge twice a day, and that's another reason. There are also some other secret motivations I have, which authors lucky enough to work with me will get to find out more about. I currently have a punnet of blueberries in my fridge and it is exciting to wake up in order to eat some.
What else are you involved in? Writing terrible poems for fun. Actually, one of them is in video form, recently published by the wonderful editors of The Claudius App, issue V. If you look at the site you might see we have, I suppose, crossover interests.