BLOG BLITZ – Thursday 29 September 2016 – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – CLARA
The month of September is a special time for me:
my THIRD novel and sequel to
the final in the unsavory heritage series,
will be available 30 on September Amazon
CHARACTER INTERVIEW – CLARA
rem: Good afternoon, Clara. Thank you for visiting today.
Clara: Good afternoon, Ms. Mason. Thank you for inviting me.
rem: Please, call me Robin.
Clara: Thank you… Robin. It’s lovely to be here.
rem: You look lovely today, Clara. That’s your favorite dress isn’t it?
Clara: [blushes] My yellow linen. It is yes, thank you. I love it so because it was the one Ciss… Cissy loved it, too.
rem: I know you miss her.
Clara: I truly do, most deeply, Ms… Robin. I truly do. Terribly. Not a day goes by I don’t think of her.
rem: She had such a tragic life.
Clara: It was such a waste. Those horrible words—and that horrid woman.
rem: You knew what happened?
Clara: Mama told me. Much later of course, when Bess was grown.
rem: You know she struggled, fought against it?
Clara: Yes. I know she did. She fought valiantly.
rem: What was it like for you? When you were little?
Clara: [smiles] When we were little we … It was as if we were one person. We understood one another, spoke a secret sort of language. I remember… even as a baby, we could “talk.” Mama would come in after our nap—well, after my nap. Cissy never did sleep as much as I. We would be chattering away in our room, and Mama would coo and giggle at us. But we weren’t just making noise. I don’t know how I know that, but I surely do.
rem: I’ve heard that about twins. There’s a bond, a connection.
Clara: It never did go away. Even when she… even when she became so…
rem: It’s okay, Clara. I know this isn’t easy.
Clara: Oh, Robin, Cissy was such a lovely girl, sweet and tender, thoughtful of others. And so smart. Why, I never could keep pace with her in our studies, not even after she… changed.
rem: She was a true prodigy.
Clara: Indeed she was.
rem: I understand you blamed yourself for what happened.
Clara: Later, yes, when I was older. I struggled with so many emotions. I was hurt and confused. When it first happened—we were so little still, not yet five—I was mad. She wouldn’t speak to me anymore, she wouldn’t play our favorite duets or read with me. She hid away and stayed there for days.
rem: That had to hurt.
Clara: Deeply. It broke my heart. I didn’t understand what was happening any more than she did. I thought she was just being mean.
rem: But Cissy never was mean before, was she.
Clara: Wel… no. She never was mean before that.
rem: How did you accept it? How Cissy had changed.
Clara: I never did truly accept it. I tried to ignore it—I’m sure that hurt her deeply. I think she knew early on that I would always be by her side, but when we were eight or ten, I was so confused. I didn’t know what to do or how to act—so I didn’t. I acted like there was nothing wrong, like it was the way it always had been. Like it was how it was supposed to be. I fear I wounded her further…
rem: What of Virgil?
Clara: I wonder sometimes if not for Virgil, if Ciss and I would have ever made peace. If she might have come back to us…
rem: But she did come back, after your afternoon together. When you sought her out, remember? It wasn’t Virgil that drove her away—
Clara: —it was that awful Rupert! OH! If ever I was going to hate a man it would be him.
rem: He died soon after, didn’t he?
Clara: He did and I must confess I did not grieve his death. Truly I felt he deserved it.
rem: It was a pretty gruesome death, too, wasn’t it?
Clara: Very much so. I don’t reckon anyone really knew what happened. [pause] But I do.
rem: Did Cissy tell you?
Clara: She didn’t have to. When I heard what happened, I… knew. She didn’t do it—well, he was mauled by wolves and wildcats.
rem: Some say it was a bear.
Clara: [shakes head] No. It was wolves and wildcats. I don’t know how I know that.
rem: What a horrible way to die.
Clara: I’m sure it was. But I can’t say I’m sorry. Lord forgive me, but he deserved it.
rem: I’m so sorry, Clara. Honestly, I feel the same way. And Cissy was more tormented after that…
rem: Clara, I’m sorry. Tell me about Bess.
Clara: [sniffles] She was such a delightful little girl—so much like Cissy was when she was little. It was almost as if I had Cissy back.
rem: That had to be a mixed blessing.
Clara: I reckon it was, bittersweet. I only wish Cissy could have watched her grow up. I wondered if it might have brought her back to us again…
rem: Possibly. I never thought about that.
Clara: I was honored to be her mother in Cissy’s stead. I loved being a mother, and later a granny. Bessie sure did make us proud. And then she became famous, making her wonderful lovely quilts like she did.
rem: You had some at the house, didn’t you?
Clara: I kept her early ones, yes. And she made new ones just for me, or Sylvia over the years. My favorite one, though, was the pink rosebuds she made for Mama. She hated pink as much as Cissy ever did but she made this one ‘specially for her Granmama’s birthday.
rem: What a treasure.
Clara: I cherished it always.
rem: Clara, it’s been a pleasure having you visit the blog today.
Clara: It was an honor to be here today, Robin.
rem: You’ll both always be in my heart—and my head.
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“I once said I should write down all the story ideas in my head so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!
I have been writing since 1995, and began working in earnest on my debut novel, Tessa in 2013. Meanwhile, I cranked out a few dozen poems, made countless notes for story ideas, and earned my BFA in Interior Design. I lived with depression for many years, and the inherent feelings of worthlessness and invisibility; I didn’t want to be who I was and struggled with my own identity for many years. My characters face many of these same demons.
I write stories of identity conflict. My characters encounter situations that force the question, “Who am I, really?” For all who have ever wondered who you are or why you’re here, my stories will touch you in a very real—maybe too real—and a very deep way. I know, I write from experience.
The unsavory heritage series. Tessa, Clara Bess and Cissy, is available on Amazon, both for Kindle and in print. I also have several poems included in an anthology, Where Dreams and Visions Live (Anthologies of the Heart Book 1) by Mary Blowersas well as a short story, Sarafina’s Light, also in an anthology, Blood Moon, compiled by Mary Blowers. I will also be working on a personal compilation of poetry to be released in 2017.
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