Hello Blogfam and welcome,
I’d like to introduce Maya Cooper. She’s the main character of my NaNoWriMo project and she has graciously consented to being interviewed for my blog. Please give her a warm welcome.
Me: Hello Maya. *warm smile* Thanks for hanging out with me today.
Maya: Hi. Thanks for having me. *shy smile*
Me: So. You have a starring role in my upcoming story, how do you feel about that?
Maya: Well, *soft laugh*, if you had asked me how I felt before I lived this story, I would have been tongue tied and terrified. But now.. *shrug – pause* let’s just say I’m no longer terrified.
Me: Oh wow. That’s quite a loaded statement. Can you elaborate?
Maya: And spoil the story? Of course not. *chuckle*
Me: Well now I’m intrigued. What happens that changes your perspective?
Maya: What happens? A lot. In fact, I have a bone to pick with you, did you have to put me through so much agony? It was touch and go there for a while. Actually, several times. *she frowns*
Me: *embarrassed chuckle* Well. I couldn’t make it too easy, it wouldn’t have been as interesting to read.
Maya: I suppose.
Me: Okay, well. I’m sorry?
Me: By the way, I LOVE your hair. It’s gorgeous.
Maya: Thank you.
Me: I wish my hair was long and thick like yours. Did you French braid it yourself? And I love how you left the pigtails loose at the bottom. Very pretty.
Maya: Thanks. Yeah. I did it myself. When you have waist-length hair, you think of creative ways to get it out of your face. My friend, Ava, taught me how to French braid. In fact, most of the styles you see me wear in the story was created by my friend. The color is growing out though. I need to go back in and touch up my highlights. *self-consciously touches her hair*
Me: And what a gorgeous sweater dress. That dark green looks amazing on you, it really highlights your light green eyes.
Maya: *blushes* Well, thank you.
Me: Where did you get those boots?
Maya: *chuckles* Now you’re just buttering me up.
Me: Is it working? *grin*
Maya: *laughs* Maybe.
Me: So tell us a little something about you.
Maya: *sighs* I’m not sure where to start so I guess I’ll start at the beginning.
Me: Always a good place to start.
Maya: *narrows her eyes* Are you making fun of me?
Me: No, no! Sorry. I guess I’m feeling a little embarrassed because I didn’t realize I was so hard on you.
Maya: I nearly died a few times, Karen. Not to mention, what happened to …
Me: Go on.
Maya: *shakes head* No. You’re not going to trick me into telling your audience what happens. That would spoil everything and make my story less “interesting to read,” as you put it.
Me: *blush* Okay. Fair enough. Start at the beginning.
Maya: *takes a breath and looks off into the distance* I was a happy child, for the most part. Mom and dad are still married though after the adventure you put me and my friends through, I don’t know if they will stay married.
Me: Wow. Sounds serious.
Maya: It was. You pretty much destroyed my family … in some ways, but in other ways, you healed it.
Me. Sounds cryptic. Care to elaborate?
Maya: Not at this time, no.
Me: *chuckles* You sound like a politician.
Maya: *shrugs* I’ve learned a lot about being careful what I say and to whom. *smirks*
Me: Sounds like you don’t trust me.
Maya: I don’t. *pointed look*
Me: Ouch. And touché. *nods head* Please continue.
Maya: I had a normal childhood … at least as normal as you can get when your dad is a secret service officer hired to protect the president.
Me: *blinks* As in, the President of the United States?
Maya: That would be the one.
Me: How long did he do that?
Maya: Oh gosh, years. I don’t even know how long. He has protected five presidents over the past 25 years.
Me: Was he ever hurt on the job?
Maya: That’s classified information.
Maya: *chuckles* No. But it sounds cool.
Me: *grins* What about your mom?
Maya: She’s great. My mom and I are close.
Me: Are you close to your dad?
Maya: *pauses and chews her lip* Not exactly. We sort of had a falling out.
Me: Care to elaborate?
Maya: I’d rather not. You’ll have to read my story to find out what happened.
Me: Wow. That sounds mysterious. Not to mention, that puts pressure on me to deliver.
Maya: *shrugs* You’re the writer.
Me: Or at least, I like to pretend I’m a writer.
Maya: Are you looking for a compliment?
Me: *grins and shrugs off her comment* Any siblings?
Maya: *long pause* No.
Me: Did you have to think about that? Do you not want to claim a sibling? *laughs*
Maya: *quietly* It’s complicated.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. Did … something happen to your siblings? Continue reading “Interview with Maya”