Hello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Melodie Campbell, and her characters from Code Name: Gypsy Moth. It’s a fantastic scifi romantic suspense novella with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Nell, the heroine from the book.
How did you first meet your writer?
I started haunting her dreams. No, really. I know it’s a cliché, but I’ll let my writer tell you herself how it happened:
Then, in the middle of the night (WHY does this always happens in the middle of the night?) a few characters started popping up. Colourful, fun characters, from another time. They took my mind by siege. “GO AWAY,” I told them. “I’m trying to write a crime book!”
They didn’t. It was a criminal sit-in. They wouldn’t leave until I agreed to write their tale.
And so here we are. I still pop into her mind every now and then. A character could get lost in there. So many scene sets lying empty, just waiting for the players to appear again.
What do you do for a living?
I own a bar on a spacestation in the outer frontier! Okay, that’s not quite right. My *cover* is I own a frontier bar. I’m actually a spy for the Federation (the good guys) but shhhh…keep it to yourself.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Well, I wouldn’t do well as a barkeep if I were a morning person! But things are a little different on a spacestation with no external atmosphere. We have stars but no sun. Time is an artificial concept.
What do you like most about where you live?
Free of family! I come from a planet where the royal family is closely guarded. Here, under a different name, I am just another female barkeep, free to make friends with whom I want.
What embarrasses you the most?
The fact that back home, I have a title. It is utterly ridiculous to think – in this day and age – that regular people are supposed to bow and call me Countess. It’s simply barbaric. I do my best to hide my background.
Are you happy with the genre your writer placed you in?
Damn straight. SHE was intending to write a contemporary crime story. But I set her right. The Final Frontier ROCKS! Any minute I expect Captain Kirk and Doctor Who to drop into The Blue Angel Bar.
What turns you on?
Not what, but WHO! My guy is Dalamar, a modern-day knight for hire. He doesn’t know I’m a spy, by the way, so please keep mum.
What word makes you happiest?
What is your least favorite word?
Confinement. (I got to experience that in Code Name: Gypsy Moth. Brrrr….)
Do you like the way the book ended?
You bet I do! Not wanting to give anything away, but there’s nothing like a rollicking near-death climax to make the man in your life rather affectionate after the fact <wink>
Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?
You betcha. Dal and I will be taking some time off as The Blue Angel Bar is being renovated-er-salvaged. But I have lots of plans for the future. I’m thinking of going into the Private Investigation business. Somewhere I can use my spy skills J
It isn’t easy being a female barkeep in the final frontier…especially when you’re also a spy!
Nell Romana loves two things: the Blue Angel Bar, and Dalamar, a notorious modern-day knight for hire. Too bad he doesn’t know she is actually an undercover agent. When Dalamar is called away on a routine job, Nell uncovers a rebel plot to overthrow the Federation. She has to act fast and alone.
Then the worst happens. Her cover is blown, and more than their love is put to the test…
The weedy guy at the bar was starting to annoy me. He was alien, for sure, with that leathery brown skin, but most definitely a guy. Don’t know why it is, but race doesn’t seem to stop most males. If I had three eyes and no hair, they wouldn’t care as long as the front rack was generous and came along with all the usual female apertures.
But I could see Dalamar starting to steam in the corner. So it was time for me to step in.
“Umm…you might want to cool down now, as my boyfriend in the corner isn’t looking too happy.”
Calling Dalamar a ‘boy’ friend was a bit like calling the big bang a recent event. The fellow is built like a Talesian Warlord and has seen more battle than a decent man ought to remember.
He’s pretty decent to me, though.
The tall alien swung around. Dalamar was on his feet and coming over. I leaned forward and said quickly,
“What’s your name, honey?”
The alien squeaked, “Tommas.”
Dal was upon us. He had his dark look on, but I confused him with a smile. “Dal, honey, have you met Tommas? He was just asking about you. Tommas, this is Dalamar the Paladin. You know. You must have seen the vids.”
Tommas looked up, and his brown face tried to smile, but the quivering marred it.
“You know what a Paladin is, hon? Well in the old days, they would have been a special kind of knight, I figure. These days, they do dangerous jobs for hire. Dal here is the best.”
Dal smiled, and it wasn’t nice. Teeth were showing but the eyes weren’t smiling
“You starting a zoo, Nell?”
I put on my stern face. “Now, be nice. Tommas has come a long way, and he wants to be friendly.” The sort of friendly he originally suggested was not available in this bar, but I’ve learned there are some things you don’t need to expound upon with Dal.
I turned back to Tommas, but he was scooting out the half door.
“Well, would you look at that? No guts at all.” I shook my head.
Dal laughed. “Smart, though. At least he has good taste.” He reached over and tousled my long brown curls with a big hand.
I smiled up at him. Dal was a fixture at the Blue Angel, and that suited me fine. It isn’t easy running a bar on your own when you’re a female human on the outer edge of the galaxy. All sorts of frontier types show up here thirsty, and some of them don’t have civilized manners. The storyline was my Uncle Rog had left me this little gold mine in his will. So of course, I wanted to do him proud. And money? It was for the making—almost like having your own printing press if you didn’t mind serving the oddest beings in the universe and slapping away a few stray hands, paws, or tentacles.
Dal is freelance and calls the Blue Angel home when he is between jobs. He has a little room upstairs close to mine. I don’t mind that he gets a little jealous. Makes for grand reunions.
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The Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.” Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich. Melodie Campbell got her start writing standup. In 1999, she opened the Canadian Humour Conference. She has over 200 publications and nine awards for fiction. Code Name: Gypsy Moth (Imajin Books) is her eighth book.
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Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!