Good Morning everybody. As I promised in my last blog post, today I am here with Becca Martin. Sheis the protagonist in my novel entitled A Journey of Faith. Before we get started, let me warn you, she has told me that she refuses to give anything away about the story I am rewriting and revising for her, because she wants yall to read that for yourselves. So without further ado Let’s give Becca a warm welcome.
It’s nice to have you here on this very cold Friday Morning Becca.
Thanks for having me, and I’m glad to be here too.
Ok Becca, first of all, tell me a little more about yourself than what I already know. For instance, what is it like to be the middle sibling. I am the oldest and have two brothers, so I bet it’s very interesting to have a brother and a sister.
Well yeah, there was never a dull moment in the Martin household. Of course, my sister and I had our fights like all siblings do, but there were also those private moments when Amanda and I would have our little girl talks. We’d share our deepest secrets, like twins do I guess, but we are far from being twins, because she’s three years older than I am, but there for a while I guess you could say that we were twins at heart, that is, well–not to give too much away here–but that day we went roc climbing.
Did you and your sister spoil your baby brother?
Oh but of course! what older siblings didn’t spoil the baby of the family? (laughs) Nah really, Tommy got in the middle of our fights when he was big enough to walk on his own, but we let him win most of the time. (laughs)
I remember he used to look up to you a lot.
Oh yeah, because by the time he started school, I was the one who bailed him out of trouble with the older kids, and I beat the bullies up for him. (laughs)
Ok, I think we need to move onto something else, because we could talk about sibling rivalry all day, but that wouldn’t get us very far, and I don’t want to bore my readers. Let me ask you this, were you still as outgoing as you are now, after that terrible day out on the rocky slopes?
No, although when we got back home, I acted like nothing was wrong in front of our friends and my family, but in my room, I crawled into my mental shell and refused to come out, that is until I started having those terrible nightmares.
Are you still plagued by nightmares almost twenty years later?
no, but I can’t reveal how that came about, you’ll just have to read the book. (sticks out her tongue)
Hey now Becca, we do have some younger readers out there who wouldn’t appreciate you sticking out your tongue like that.
Oh well, Ann–uh, sorry kids.
Anyway, tell me a little about your time in the big church, I noticed that your cell phone didn’t work up there. Why is that?
Well to be honest with you, my battery went dead, because I didn’t think to charge it before I hit the trail. But I will have to admit that cell service was spotty in those mountains. Although the people who worked in the church and lived nearby lived a simple life, that didn’t mean that they were amish or anything. Oh yes, they used modern conveniences like we do, but there lives aren’t dependant completely on technology like many of us are. And before you start defending yourself, I understand why you use it, but you have to remember, these are country folks, who grew up back in the days befor smart phones and computers became widely available, so of course they are going to be simple folks.
Ah, I see. I know you spent some time with Hannah later on in the story. Can you tell me a little more about her?
I did get to know her a little bit better, yes. her “daughter” Esther? Is actually her granddaughter. Her mother died in child birth, and I never knew what happened to her father.
Do I need to change that in the story then?
No, do not throw your readers off like that, because Esther doesn’t know that Hannah is her actual Granny. She calls her Mommy, and in the story it should remain that way. Let’s talk a little more about me, because we’re getting too far ahead of ourselves in the story, and I ain’t about to give away all my secrets.
Ok, what types of food do you like to eat?
Well, I can’t help but love, love, love Memphis Barbecue. Otherwise, I love my favorite deer steaks, and a good ole juicy t-bone steak is nice once and a while, but I don’t eat them very often, because they are very expensive. I’ll eat my begies, and a good chef’s salad is nice on occasion. But let me top all that off with my favorite Mississippi mud pie mm mm mm mm good!
There is one more question I want to ask about the story. We don’t know much about your roommate Shelly. Can you tell me a bit about her?
Oh, what a spoiled brat! I mean she was nice and all in college, but when she offered to share an apartment with me, that’s when she turned mean. She thought that since we worked for a fortune 500 company that she was all that and a bag of cheetoes, not so! She never gave me my phone messages, and she was the world’s worst mess maker. Oh I could go on and on about her faults, but I choose to pray for her instead.
Did you go to church when you were growing up?
Uh huh. We were raised in a good Christian home, where daddy read the Bible first thing in the morning before breakfast, and we all prayed together at night before we went to bed. The only reason you didn’t go to church, in my house, was you were so sick you couldn’t hold your head up. If you had a minor cold, you weren’t missing church, Mama and daddy made sure of that. I still had to go to church even after that horrible day at Sweet Water Park.
Do you go to church now?
Oh now I do, but that’s another story for another day.
Do you like to wear dresses a lot, or are you more casual.
Well, you know I love to wear jeans and sweat-shirts in the winter, and I’ll put on a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt in the summer time. When I go to church, I will wear a denim skirt and nice blouse, but otherwise, I’m just as red neck as everybody else living in the back woods of Mississippi.
What about music?
Well, I do like a little classical, ant that’s only because I took piano lessons when I was ten and I learned to play some of it. Now, when I get the chance, I play folk, country some rock, and a whole lot of blues. you can’t be from Mississippi and not know about the blues, it just ain’t possible!
Well, I can’t think of any other questions, but if there’s something else you want to add, please feel free to do so. (A note to my readers, if you have some questions for Becca that I forgot to ask, please let me know.)
Well, all I can say, is that if you want to read my story, please help Ann get A Journey of faith published by voting for it… (her cell phone rings) uh, oh! I gotta run, because I need to take care of something at home. See yall later, bye-bye!
As Becca, stated a moment ago, I could really use your help to get A Journey of Faith published, so please vote for it at http://soopllc.com/blog/book-ideas/journey-faith-ann-harrison, your support is greatly appreciated.
Until next time, God bless and happy reading.
Ann
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