
Today I have the great honor of presenting this guest post by Anne Osterlund. I read and loved Anne's first two books, Aurelia and Academy 7, so when she contacted me about joining the blog tour for her latest book, Exile, I jumped all over the chance. When I was perusing Anne's website and blog in search of inspiration for interview questions, I noticed that her character Aurelia (the heroine of Aurelia and Exile) has a habit of making her opinions known. A lot. (Not that there's anything wrong with that! I admire a woman who knows what she wants and makes it happen.) I suggested to Anne that she might like to write a guest post about fictional characters who climb out of books and start to take over their author's lives, and I think I accidentally got her into trouble:
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The Discovery
By Anne Osterlund (aka the author of Aurelia—book 1, Exile—book 2, and Academy 7)
Featuring Aurelia (former crown princess of Tyralt)
“Um . . . Aurelia. What are you doing?” I intercept her at the access window to my e-mail account. (She knows my password. This is an inconvenient consequence of having an intelligent character in your head).
“Nothing.” She clicks on log in and starts scrolling through all the e-mails with the word Exile, the title of her upcoming book, in the subject line.
The cursor hovers over the one from NotNessie. Emergency flares go off in my head. “Um . . .”
She clicks.
Too late! “You should know that NotNessie accused you of taking over my life,” I blurt out.
“What?!” Aurelia spins around to face me.
The e-mail is taking a while to download, for which I am grateful.
“Who is NotNessie?” Aurelia demands.
“The host of the Today’s Adventure blog,” I say.
“Oh . . . isn’t she the one who said I could clearly keep my head in a crises?”
“Yes.”
Unfortunately at this point the message downloads and Aurelia reads NotNessie’s suggestion that I blog about the topic of fictional characters who grow out of their books and start taking over your life.
Aurelia sputters.
I start talking. Fast. “Well, you did invade my yellow notepad several years ago, just to complain about being stuck at a boring party with an itching ankle.”
“It was not just to—“
“And you did talk me into quitting my job and taking a year off from teaching in order to write.”
“You had a steep learning curve,” she says. “You needed the time.”
True.
“And you did drag me to eight writing conferences.”
Her face is definitely stormy, and she is drawing giant x’s over the comment in NotNessie’s e-mail. “Aerin and Dane are responsible for at least one,” she says.
(Aerin and Dane are the main characters in my second book, Academy 7)
I keep talking. “And you did force me to contact perfect strangers (i.e. famous authors, critique group members, editors, agents, bookstore workers, conference committee leaders, and school representatives) in order to promote my books. Which you know I dread doing.”
“This isn’t about you.” She stands up. “Aurelia and Exile are my story.”
“I know,” I reply, offering her a twist of saltwater mint taffy as a peace offering.
Slowly she reaches toward the taffy. “And you love my story,” she points out, nervousness buried in the statement.
“I do,” I reply emphatically.
“And you love writing my story?”
“Absolutely.”
She tastes the taffy. “I don’t think it’s ever fair to complain about how a character is taking over the life of an author, when I have to trust you to relay my life to the entire world.”
She has a point.
“So you’re saying the author/main character relationship is equally balanced?” I ask.
“Yes!”
“I’ll tell NotNessie.”
“Good!” Aurelia swallows the rest of the taffy, sits back down, and returns to rifling through my e-mails.
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Aurelia, I hope you understand I never meant to offend you. I was of course referring to the absolute
blessing a character such as yourself can be in an author's life. And thank you, Anne, for stopping by to share that with us.
I'll be posting my review of
Exile tomorrow!