I saw an author interview her characters on her website and I LOVED the idea so I interviewed mine. Gives you a glimpse of them. Hope you enjoy reading, cause I liked "talking" to them.
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Meet Ireland
Ireland is at the same coffee shop where she first set eyes on Orion. Despite the fact that her hair is brushed to the side in attempt to hide the scar on her face, she’s beautiful. I wish she could see herself how Orion sees her. She is sipping on what I can only assume is an iced mocha.
IQ: (smiles) Hello.
LC: Hi. Thanks for agreeing to do this.
IQ: Thanks for spending countless hours of your life telling my story.
LC: Yeah, well it’s pretty original, made it easy to devote my time to it. You’ve been through a lot. How are you coping?
IQ: Pfft. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it coping. I’m turning into a paranoid freak is what I’m doing. Everything else is a facade. On the inside, I’m a mess. (this time when she picks up her drink, I notice her hand shaking)
LC: Cause of the accident?
IQ: The accident was only the start of it all, I thought everything was going to be okay after that, now I’m not so sure. It doesn’t matter which way I go, someone is going to get hurt.
LC: It’s a lot to be dealing with.
IQ: You have no idea. (Her eyes never focus on me for long, instead darting around the coffee shop)
LC: Are you okay?
IQ: I’m fine, like I said, paranoid. Orion isn’t here and Damien could be just about anywhere, goes back to the whole paranoid mess thing, you know?
LC: (I glance at the door, hope she’s wrong and try to put her at ease but I’m not Orion so it won’t work) Tell me about Orion.
IQ: He’s amazing.
LC: How so?
IQ: Um, have you seen him? (She actually lets out a little giggle and her cheeks are painted with sudden color)
LC: Well, yeah. So you mean he’s gorgeous?
IQ: For starters. I mean he’s really really hot. He’s funny, he’s strong, he’s got a certain charisma, you know? It’s kind of hard to ignore. He’s kind of hard to ignore.
LC: Yeah, I noticed.
IQ: Of course you did, you have a pulse. (smiles)
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Amaranthine
Teen FictionSixteen year-old Ireland Brady is sure she's losing her mind. After a horrific car accident leaves her barely clinging to life, she wakes from a coma with a renewed sense of gratitude to a world more surreal than she could have imagined, a world whi...