Jack Hitt

 Hugo House:  In about 3-1/2 months you'll be debuting a brand-new piece at Hugo House—have you started working on it yet?

Jack Hitt:  Oh, sure. I've finished it.

HH:  What were your first thoughts on receiving an invitation to write to an assigned theme?  Any regrets on saying yes?

JH:  All writing assignments set off nightmares of fraudulence, then fantasies of grandeur, followed by fits of panic, then a shame spiral that washes out into weeks of self-loathing insomnia and a pity party. My larger regret is that I didn't abandon this impulse to write in the 1980s, become a silicon valley jockey so that I could be chillin' with my boys Bill and Steve, Larry and Sergey on the tarmac while the pilots get our Lears warmed up and my life would be have been one so far off from the one I have lived that I wouldn't even know people like me.

HH: Can you give us a hint of how you're approaching the theme of “We Might Be Heroes?”  Literally? Figuratively? Prose? Poetry? Interpretive Dance? None of the Above?

JH: I chose to write about an old friend whose quotidian heroics got lost long ago in his easy humor.

HH: Could you tell us a little bit about your process—how you approach writing something new?

JH: See first answer

HH: Tell us 3 non-literary things we don't know about you.

JH: I'm still puzzling out that whole paradox of the Holy Trinity, which taken separately answers the question.