This week I am proud to interview Viviana MacKade on my blog. Also, you can learn a little about her characters, Erik Axelsson and Andrea Smith from her novella ‘She Came With The Tide’. This is part of “The Rock Stars, Our Songs”.
So, Viviana, let us begin.
What did you most enjoy about writing this particular novel?
I loved Erik. Still do. He’s such a cool, easy going guy despite being who he is! And he introduced me to this little sandy town, so similar to my own. I’ll always owe him for taking me there.
What did you least enjoy about writing it?
Andrea had huge baggages when the story began, and it was hard for me to dig so deep into her hurt. Her heart is pure, and she didn’t have any fault for what happened to her. That part was hard.
Is the novella stand alone or part of a series?
This novella is the first in my Crescent Creek Tales. All the novellas in this series are stand alones, but the characters run into each other, as it happens in small towns. So we’ll have a peek into old friends’ life, here and there.
Do you write using a computer, pen and paper, or a mixture of the two?
A mix. Computer for the most part, but pen and a notebook for errand notes, characters sketches, plot points. I try to keep the messy part into that note book, so the computer file stays nice and neat.
Do you work from an outline or just kick off the story and see what happens?
I’m in the middle. I have an outline of things that must happen, and I let the characters move freely within this frame.
Are you a disciplined writer, writing to a routine? Or do you write when the mood or inspiration takes you?
I have no time, so I must be disciplined if I want to accomplish something.
Do you write in total peace and quiet, in isolation? Or do you prefer noise, perhaps music, and company?
I write in the college library, so I don’t have distractions, and there’s only a soft background noise. So, not total silence, and not total isolation.
Apart from writing what interests, hobbies, do you have?
Music, beach (or outdoor), horses. Whatever of those make me happy.
Are your family and friends interested in and supportive of your writing?
I can’t remember my grandmother (from my mom side) without a book in her hands. And growing up, we always had trouble fitting all the books my mom and dad bought within the house. Every year we went through a cleaning where we would keep only the books we loved, and donate all the rest to the local library.
So my mom was the proudest when I told her I wrote my first book, many years back. And my husband married into that, and he’s the biggest supporter I have with my parents.
Could anybody recognise themselves in this novel?
Not really, because none of my characters comes from someone I know in real life.
What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?
Having my son. All of a sudden this little human, my human, the only one that mattered, depended solely on me. To some, motherhood comes naturally. It took me a long long time to relax into the role.
Who do you most admire in the whole world?
Sorry, but I’m about to show off.
Hands down, that person is my husband. He is a hard man, one that built who he is today through hard work. One that built a great life for himself, me, and our son. He made it possible for me to chase this crazy thing called writing, and did it with ease and grace, always pushing–or shoving, it depends on the mood–for me not to give it up.
He might not be the easiest person to deal with, but when the mud hits the fan, he’s the one holding a beach umbrella over us. And okay, we might fight over it a bit, because his first instinct would be to shove me behind him while I want my share of ‘fun’, but still.
Also, he’s the most intelligent person I know.
Just how hot a smart, well learned, well travelled, slightly overbearing man he is.
He’s impulsive, fearless, and fun loving.
Erik Axelsson, Ax, had it all: talent, fame, money. He’d lived the rock & roll life fully and with gusto until it wasn’t fun anymore. Without a second thought, he’d traded the spotlight with the Floridian sun, and the guitar with a surfboard. Young, rich, and free from anything – what more he could need?
She’s innocent, scared, and in trouble.
Andrea Smith escaped the life imposed to her when her parents joined a cult. After years on the run, hunger pushed her to accept a stranger’s offer for breakfast. She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’.
But the past catches up with her, forcing Andrea to choose what person she wants to be: the scared cult member that obeyed in silence, or the new woman Erik made blossom.
Tag Line: She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’.
Erik brushed his palm on his prickling shoulders as the angry sun hit, leaving only salt where ocean drops had been a few minutes before. He revered in that roasting pleasure, in the blues of the sky and water surrounding him. Entertained by his unplanned guest, he pulled his dripping hair into a messy bun.
It had been a good day for surfing, with waves still crashing on the shoreline. The rumble must have hidden the croaky zip of the tent’s zipper because when he looked down at the entrance, he found two huge brown eyes staring at him.
The echo of lifetimes ago, distant, feeble, poked at him. The feeling dwelling into his heart after his parents had died, now lingered on her delicate features. Fear.
The girl took a breath, clenched her teeth and crawled out. She rose on all of her five feet five or so. “Who–” she cleared her throat. “Who are you?”
Wasn’t that a question he wasn’t used to? Everybody knew Ax and the Hurricanes. He’d spent ten years of his life on everybody’s mouth, eyes and above all, ears. Newspapers. TV. Concerts. Surprise for the question shadowed the male appreciation of the woman in front of him. For now. He’ll so be back at that.
“I think the question is, who are you?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, camper, your tent is on my property, in case you missed that,” he said pointing at the Private Property notice on the berm not far from her den. He had to invest some money into a proper sign, he thought when he eyed the rusty, barely visible sign. “My house’s back there, anyway.”
She turned around, took those details in. “Oh.”
Erik used that time to make some math. A girl, alone, in an old tent. The black bag he’d peeked to with clothes in it. That look in her eyes. He sighed. “You hungry?”
He took his surfboard and turned to go. “What?” he asked when she didn’t move.
“I–I don’t know you.”
Yeah, okay, back to that. She either had lived on the moon for the past fifteen years or was bullshitting him. He would give her the benefit of the doubt because she was hot, and keep Sheriff Charlie on speed dial for a while. He turned around. “I’m Erik Axelsson.”
He waited for his name to dawn on her. Nothing. Seriously?
“I’m Andrea Smith.”
“All right, Andrea Smith. I’m hungry, covered in sand, and the sun is cooking my brain. I’m going in, you do as you please.”
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