This post is for the March Teens Can Write Too! blog chain. The prompt for the month was:
“Choose your favorite of any of your own characters. Conduct a ten-question interview with him or her.”
Let’s welcome a certain young lady by the name of Jennet to the blog! Jennet isn’t my protagonist–in fact, she only appears in two chapters of my novel. However, she is by far one of the most fascinating characters I’ve ever created, and I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to interview her before a captive audience. (Someone did remember to lock the exits, right?)
Allegra: Well, I’m happy to have you here, Jennet! Why don’t you say hello to everyone?
Jennet: You seem nice enough, for your complete strangeness. You all talk like you’re from the north or something. So hello. But, the important thing here is, what in gods’ names am I doing here?
A: I’d just like you to answer some questions. Nothing too personal or political. Why don’t you start by describing yourself?
J: If you insist. I’m a dwarf and I’m fifteen years old. I’m from a cesspool of a village along the tunnel systems. I’m not really into politics, mostly I just try to get along and not break my neck, but if you wanted to know, I’m a royalist. I had a real close tangle with a bunch of rebels and some young folks from the capital a few months ago. That was the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in a while.
A: What was your impression of these “young folks”?
J: Oh, they were lunatics. *laughs* Well, one of ’em was a dwarf, maybe half-blood. The other two were humans–tall as trees and pale as milk. All about my age. The dwarf girl, see, she was wanted by the rebels or something, so she had her face plastered like it was burned, as a disguise. The humans were dressed like street performers, I’m not sure why. All three of ’em were damn shifty. Not bad folks, really, just trying to lie low. The human boy was attractive.
A: Speaking of that. What do you look for in a man?
J: Just that: a man. Someone who can do work, and who’s capable of defending himself. I can’t stand boys who soil their trousers at the thought of a fight. But if he thinks that I need defending, he’d better think again. I need respect, too. *pauses* I do rather like cocky, rakish sorts.
A: What’s your main goal in life?
J: First, to get out of my village. Once my younger brothers are settled and all…I’d like to see some other countries. The crowned heads. I’m handy enough with a dagger that I’ve thought of becoming a mercenary. There’s money to be had in crime. My ma would pitch some fit, though.
A: I can see why. How is your relationship with your mother?
J: It can be a bit difficult. She just wants me to help her around our house–my dad ran off when I was just a little bit–but I’m always going off doing this-and-that. But most of the time she’s just looking out for me, I think. And I…look, do we have to talk about this?
A: Um, no. Moving right along. Has anyone ever compared you to an animal?
J: *rolls eyes* Yes. It’s always a crow. Jennet, you’re such a crow. Are you sure you’re not a shapeshifter, Jennet? Oh, you must be a crow the gods punished to become a dwarf. On and on. It’s because my laugh is all harsh and I have this beak of a nose. Also, I really enjoy shiny things.
A: I wouldn’t mind being compared to a crow. What’s wrong with it?
J: It’s damn tiring. You wouldn’t know about that, Miss-Fair-Skinned-Silver-Tongue. And I don’t see a single shiny thing on you. Oh, wait. Pierced ears. Bah.
A: Well, what’s your favorite thing about yourself?
J: Definitely my street smarts. There’s no city I’d want to avoid, and no scum I wouldn’t take on. If I can’t fight ’em, I can outwit ’em or outrun ’em.
A: Impressive. How about your flaws?
J: Over-confidence. So maybe forget about what I just said, eh? Also insensitivity. My looks could stand a polish, too.
A: What’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to you?
J: This. Right now. Who are you, what am I doing sitting in this room, and what is that glow-y contraption you’re tapping on?
A: Never mind that. Uh, thanks for coming, Jennet! Any parting words?
J: I didn’t have much choice in coming, did I? No parting words. Except, don’t call me Crow Girl, don’t insinuate I’m from the north, and never make me change a baby’s napkin. Now can you please unlock those exits?
That’s all for now, folks! Any questions you may have for Jennet, she will
Want to follow our blog tour? Here are the participating parties, day by day
March 5 — http://kirstenwrites.wordpress.com — Kirsten Writes!
March 6 — http://www.maybeteenauthor.blogspot.com/ – Struggles Of A (Maybe) Teen Author
March 7 — http://insideliamsbrain.wordpress.com –This Page Intentionally Left Blank
March 8 — http://www.thedreamersadventures.blogspot.com/ – The Dreamers Adventures
March 9 — http://lilyjenness.blogspot.com — Lily’s Notes in the Margins
March 10 — http://www.journeyofascholar.blogspot.com/ – A Box of Letters and a Cup of English Tea
March 11– http://weirdalocity.wordpress.com –From My Head
March 12 — http://thewordasylum.wordpress.com –The Word Asylum
March 13 — http://oyeahwrite.wordpress.com –Oh Yeah, Write!
March 14 — http://delorfinde.wordpress.com/ – A Farewell To Sanity
March 15 — http://noveljourneys.wordpress.com — Novel Journeys
March 16 — http://correctingpenswelcome.wordpress.com — Comfy Sweaters, Writing and Fish
March 17 — http://oopswasthatoutloud.wordpress.com/ – Oops Was That Loud?
March 18 — http://herestous.wordpress.com — Here’s To Us
March 19 — http://incessantdroningofaboredwriter.wordpress.com— The Incessant Droning of a Bored Writer
March 20 — http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com –Teens Can Write Too! (We will be announcing the topic for next month’s chain)