Cast Spotlight: Pamela Wright

by jana on April 19, 2017

Pamela Wright is a native Atlantan and graduate of Georgia State University, where she earned a B.S. in Psychology (although she learned more about human behavior at the bartending jobs that paid for it.) Her personal essays have previously been published by Full Grown People (“Under the Florentine Moon”), The Atlanta Journal-Constitution (“Back to My Roots”), Purple Clover (“Sweating Bullets”), and in the anthology “Not Your Mother’s Book . . . on Cats” (2014). She is a recipient of a 2016 Solas Award for Funny Travel Writing and the 2016 Rick Bragg Prize for Nonfiction. In a recent change of genre, Pamela has begun work on her first novel: a comic Christmas tale about an eccentric, old line Southern family with secrets to spare and a one-eyed cat named Melvin. She is lives in the Clarkdale Historic District in southwest Cobb County.

Pamela Wright

Tell us a little about yourself.

Five Lesser Known Facts About Pamela:

1. I love the music of Otis Redding with a fervor that nears obsession. His was the finest set of lungs to ever come out of the South. It is not necessary that you agree with me, but if you choose to argue this point you should be prepared to lose.

2. I name all of my pets after writers and literary characters. Currently in residence are two cats named Zelda (Fitzgerald) and Gracie (Grace E. King). I also have a dog who is the canine embodiment of actor Steve Buscemi. But calling out “Here, Buscemi! Come here, boy!” at the dog park would be awkward, so I named Boo Radley, Jr. instead.

3. If I could, I would eat vegetarian Indian food every single day of my life, washed down with great quaffs of Frank’s Red Hot Sauce.

4. My fantasy next-door-neighbor is David Sedaris.

5. I hope to someday have a pet pig.

What’s your favorite piece of writing you’ve ever hit publish on? 

Purple Clover published a humor essay of mine entitled “Sweating Bullets: Hot Yoga, Skinny Jeans and My Search for Inner Peace.” It’s the recounting of my one and only Bikram yoga class. The piece is of absolutely no literary significance, but a number of readers wrote to say it gave them the first good, hard laugh they’d had in weeks, or provided a moment of respite during a really hard time. I couldn’t dream of higher praise than that.

As a child, did you listen to your mother? When did you start realizing she may actually know what she’s talking about?

When I was very young I did listen to my mother, but I was given to the occasional moment of defiance. I was a mostly quiet, compliant child, but I learned early the value of picking one’s battles, so when I dug my tiny little heels in they stayed in the dirt. High school, however, was another thing entirely. When I was a teenager I only listened to my equally misguided girlfriends, the AC/DC Back in Black album, and the call of the open road from Atlanta to Panama City Beach. But I’ve never doubted that my mother is extremely smart. And she’s funny as hell.

If your mother is still living, do you listen to your mother now?

My mother is still living – right next door to me, as a matter of fact. She does dispense advice quite liberally, but fully expects me to disregard most of it, and I’m happy to oblige. But we are great friends and frequent travel partners. I don’t know anyone else who’s willing to walk with me down a back alley under a starless Paris sky just because “something smells good down that way.”

If you have children, what are some things you hope your children take from you, whether you think they’re listening or not?

I don’t have children, but if I had a daughter I hope she would heed this advice: 1.) protect your credit rating like it’s a newborn kitten; and 2.) never let anyone take photos of you naked. It doesn’t matter how smart you are or how hard you work – bad credit and nekkid pics can haunt you into your dotage. It might be appropriate to add at this point that I have, in fact, followed my own advice.

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