1. What was the inspiration for your novel?
I took some “family-time-out” last year and went to Hobart for the weekend. I love Tasmania and just looking at pics starts a wave a wonderful ideas. So when I walked through the streets of Hobart, I wondered how it would be to live in this city, and bit by bit I had the story of two sisters moving there from Sydney.
Obviously I had to add a little romance into the story as well – this is where the lawyer and the neighbour from across the road come
2. When did you take up writing?
Late! It was only a few years back that I started putting ideas onto paper, and even my first book was only meant for family and friends. It took off, though, and fast forward four years, and I’ve just published my 4th book, the sequel to New Beginnings coming out soon, as well.
3. How important is setting/place in your writing?
Very important. Most of my books are set in Tasmania or Ireland. I love both places. My 3rd book is set in Melbourne and I really had trouble to set the mood for the story. It took me a long time to finish it. Nothing against the exciting city of Melbourne! Not at all. It’s vibrant, interesting, ever-changing … cosmopolitan indeed, but it wasn’t right for “Innocent Tears”. I’m currently writing a trilogy of sports-romances, set in Victoria’s capital, and find that every third page my characters are traveling to the coast … it’s like a magnet.
4. Do you have a favourite character (s) in your current novel?
Little Mia is my favourite character. She’s about eight years old, lost her mother a few years earlier and her sister Sophie is now her guardian. But even at her tender age she takes everything in her stride … with wit and cheekiness! Aww … and Zach, the hunk from across the road. “More Beginnings” tells his story and I’m quite excited about the upcoming release.
5. What’s the best piece of writing advice you were ever given?
Ohhhh … NEVER, EVER GIVE UP! Nuff said.
6. Do you have a schedule for writing?
I wish I could have something like a schedule. Unfortunately I write when I have time … and when I feel like it. I did the 50ks in 30 days RWAus sprint event. It was great and I got heaps written. But I get easily distracted … *sighs*
7. Are you a plotter or someone who tends to wing it?
I just write and let my fingers guide me. A few of my stories have evolved though from a weekly prompt-writing I do with a group of author-friends. Check it out it’s called Tuesday Tales. The prompts (or picture) change every week. It’s a challenge, but I love it!
8. Can you name three of four of your current favourite books?
My favourite book is without a doubt “If you could see me now” by Cecelia Ahern. I love the current “Lucky Harbor” series by Jill Shalvis. A must read!! Apart from that, some of my treasures on the bookshelf are 84 Charing Cross Road,
Effie Briest & Dream a little Dream by Susan Elizabeth Phillips.
9. Can you tell me a little bit about what you are working on now?
Oh …. Too much to write in too little time. I’ve just contracted the sequel for New Beginnings “More Beginnings” and have started the 3rd book “Fresh Beginnings” which tells the story of Mark’s friend Jared.
Through Tuesday Tales I have started another trilogy including Melbourne sports stars – a football player, baseball and soccer player. I love writing these stories ….the bad boys, naughty language and arrogant attitudes.
10. What advice would you give to a fledgling writer to assist them on their journey?
Oh wow, I myself am still a novice author, but I’d give the same advice I’ve been given: NEVER, EVER GIVE UP. Make author friends and don’t feel afraid to ask lots of questions.
New Beginnings, Iris Blobel
To believe in new
beginnings is to trust in tomorrow
Astraea Press: http://astraeapress.com/#!/~/product/category=662245&id=27261175
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she actually had met her future husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only recently emerged, but now her laptop is a constant companion. Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as her two dogs. Next to her job at a private school she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
Sophie stared at the attorney, waiting for some answers. She and her sister, Mia, had been quietly sitting in Mr. O’Connor’s office for more than half an hour, and had learnt about the details of their inheritance.
“Clara Catherine Bellinger.”
“Who is she?” Mia asked.
Startled by the subtle sound of the clock chiming across the road, Sophie’s gaze turned to the window, where she saw the post office building across the road. It looked impressive and old. Surely, an old place like this would have its own ghosts — after all, Hobart was renowned for its lively spirits.
Her younger sister’s gentle touch on her arm reminded her she hadn’t answered the question, yet.
“I wouldn’t have a clue.” Sophie shrugged and focused her attention back on Mr. O’Connor. Although hearing his words, she still found it hard to comprehend. Here she was in this old office, furnished with heavy antique oak furniture, the curtains in a pretty shade of aubergine, and the carpet beneath her shoes thick and warm in a matching shade.
“I believe she was a distant relative of yours. I’m afraid I don’t have any further details,” he replied.
Sophie arched an eyebrow in disbelief.
Was he serious? What kind of lawyer was he? Sure, Tasmania was at the very end of Australia, but wouldn’t they have the same education? With a slight shrug of her shoulder, she asked, “Why not?”
He stared at her. “Pardon me?”
Sitting up straight, she repeated, “Why not? Why aren’t there any further details?”
He looked uneasy, but she didn’t care. She needed to know. Sophie had received a call from the lawyer a week earlier, and he’d told her about an inheritance. He’d given her details on where to pick up tickets to Hobart. Some legality, he had said. She needed to come in and sign documents for the transfer of ownership.
“Ms. Bellinger was one of the partner’s clients. I was only given the details shortly after the client’s death.”
Sophie drew in her lips. Her eyes darted over to the window as she took a few deep breaths, inwardly calming herself. Nothing had ever been easy in her life. “Why isn’t the partner here?”
He took a deep breath.
As she pondered on that for a moment, she began to think about what life could be like with this inheritance.
Different. Better. Another sigh escaped as she returned her gaze to the man behind the desk.
“You can’t just leave your assets to just anybody, can you?”
“Levesque,” she helped him.
Their eyes met.
“Are you refusing the bequest?” he asked hesitantly, and she clearly noticed how one of his eyebrows arched upward.
Staring blankly with her mouth open, she could feel the panic running through her veins with every thump of her erratic heartbeat. An uncomfortable silence fell over them for a moment. Then she quickly said, “No. No, of course not. We’re accepting.” She turned to look at her younger sister. “We’re actually looking forward to seeing it.”
And with one swift movement, he stood and went to a little cupboard near the window and retrieved a bunch of keys. “Would you like me to take you there?”
Still feeling that rush within her, Sophie took Mia’s hand and inclined her head in answer. “Is it far?”
Her voice sounded tired. Even to herself. It had been a long day already. She stood and thinking how tired she was, Sophie placed her arm around Mia, who was probably exhausted.
“No, not at all. Five to ten minute drive, I’d say.”
“I still don’t understand. Why us?” Sophie asked quietly, meeting his gaze and, for the first time, actually taking in his icy-blue eyes. He was very attractive. Too attractive for a boring lawyer. His face was tanned by wind and sun, and there always seemed to be a hint of a smile on his face. His blond curling hair was cut short. Her gaze fixed back on his mouth. Blushing, she quickly looked away.
The attorney turned to them. He scratched the back of his head. “Ma’am, what I know is that both of you are in the will. What I know is that I was supposed to fly you down here to officially read you the will. What I know is that I’m supposed to hand over the keys to you, and to let you know that your expenses are covered for the next twenty-four months. I did not know Ms. Bellinger, as one of the retired partners wrote up the will. I do not know who she was or in which way she was connected to you. I assumed she was a distant relative.”
Sophie took her sister’s hand as she thought about his last comment. Distant relative? Her mother would have at least mentioned her once. She sighed and tried to understand, not the circumstances that had brought her there, but the fact that the attorney just didn’t know. “Oh well, let’s go then.”
He pinched his nose with his thumb and index finger and took a deep breath. “Okay. Look, Miss Lever—”
“Levesque,” Sophie helped him again. This time somewhat more firmly.
Running his thumb over his eyebrow, he stepped closer, but not so close as to be intimidating. “I’m sorry. It’s been one extraordinary week,” he said with his voice just above a whisper. “Once I get back I’ll check with the partners here to see whether anybody knows more about it.”
One extraordinary week? His remark irked her. In fact it was downright annoying. Holding Mia even closer to her side, she lifted her finger and pointed at him. “No offence, Mr. O’Connor, but it has been quite a week for us as well, and I was prepared to answer all your questions. I have one simple question, and you don’t know. Wouldn’t there be something in the file?”
Sophie was a kind person. Kindness was her middle name, but she wouldn’t have got that far in life if she hadn’t watched some of those nasty actresses on television and copied them. And the stare. Sophie met his surprised frown dead-on.
He frowned and seemed taken aback by her words. “No offence taken.” And then he let out a deep breath. “You’re right. I apologise. As I said, I’ll find out details and let you know.”
“Thank you, Mr. O’Connor,” she replied as she blew out a breath.
“What about our stuff?” Mia whispered to Sophie.
Sophie moved her head to look down at her sister, but before she had a chance to say anything, he beat her to it.
“What stuff?” he asked as he opened the door.
“Considering what we inherited here, we brought all our things,” Sophie explained without looking at him.
The attorney stopped in his tracks. “All, as in all your clothes?”
Sophie’s eyes met his. She emitted a small sigh, but tried to keep her composure. It was something she had learnt over the last few years. Standing straight, she corrected him. “All, as in all our belongings.”
They stepped outside the building and followed Mr. O’Connor with their suitcases. Two teenage boys walked past them, eager to get the attention of some girls across the road. Aware of the attention, the girls covered their mouths with their hands and broke into giggles. Sophie’s stomach churned. So many things she had missed out on in life. But it was going to be better from now on, she reminded herself, and straightened up as she followed Mr. O’Connor.
8/26/2013 03:14:24 pm
That was fun!
Thanks for having me over at your “virtual” loungeroom today, Monique.
8/26/2013 04:00:51 pm
It was an absolute pleasure.
8/26/2013 07:06:03 pm
Glad to discover this novel set in Hobart. Thank you for the great author interview
8/26/2013 07:47:06 pm
Thanks for stopping by!
8/26/2013 11:37:50 pm
Ohh! This looks so good! I can’t wait to see what happens to the sisters and what the inheritance even turns out to be. Is it in good shape? Bad shape? I’m completely intrigued now. 🙂
8/27/2013 11:11:50 am
Hi Heather, thanks for coming over. As for the house … it’s lovely. As for the neighbour … even better 😉