Sunday, March 9, 2014

More Beginnings by Iris Blobel: Spotlight and Excerpt



Mia is the main character in the Iris Blobel’s latest release “More Beginnings”. Even with her busy “teenage” schedule she took some time to answer some questions.

Tell us about your family.

Oh my.  All my friends tell me that I have the weirdest family ever. Like EVER!

Mum died when I was little and I never got to know my dad. My sister Sophie’s always been looking after me.

She’s now married to Mark and they have the cutest baby in the world - little Hope, my niece.

Then there’s Mark’s parents, who I call Nan and Pop, although, strictly speaking I wouldn’t have a clue what the “legal” term would be. I don’t really care either. They’re great people!

So that’s my small family! My world.

What was the scariest moment of your life?

The scariest moment? Wow, yeah I remember that one, when I was little, like eight years or so, and Sophie told me to pack up everything ‘cause we were moving to a different place. Had to go into the airplane and all that. Yeah, that was scary. But it turned out real great, with the new house and such. Scariest, but best day ever as well. Except the day, Josh came to my house, but that’s a different story, right?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Really, as sad and pathetic as it sounds, I just wanted to be happy. I don’t remember much of my life in Sydney after mum had died, but I remember how little we had to eat and how often Sophie went to the bathroom to cry. So I just waited for the day I was able to be happy.

Nowadays I want to become a photographer like Sophie. She takes beautiful photos of the nature around Hobart. You should have a look at the photos she took of the dolphins and seals when we went on cruise last year. Fantastic!

I’d rather take photos of people. I like watching people and their reactions. Creepy, but, yup that’s what I’d like to do.

What group did you hang out with in high school?

My bestest of best friend is Olivia. We do everything together. She’s really cool and I can tell her everything. She tells me everything as well. But I also hang out with Alice and Flo. And of course, my boyfriend!

Who should play you in a film?
Cate Blanchett is great, but I s’pose is a bit old.

Emily Watson, the Harry Potter girl, would be nice. Or one of the girls from Dance Academy. Yup, I go with that. I really like them!
It’s been six years since Sophie and Mia inherited a house from Clara Bellinger.

Life is good for the now teenaged Mia, even if she does have to deal with a dragon lady for a teacher. But then a man named Darren Schuster shows up in Hobart. Mia knows something is up when Sophie and Mark cut their weekend away short and rush home in the middle of the night. When Sophie won’t answer Mia’s questions, emotions run high, and Zach, the neighbour from across the road, confirms Darren’s identity to Mia. Disappointed, angry and feeling alone, Mia runs away.

Zach had been watching Mia for his friends while they took a much needed weekend away. When the late Clara Bellinger’s ex-husband, Darren, showed up, bringing Sophie and Mark home from their trip, Mia is filled with questions. But it’s Zach who gives Mia the answers she’s seeking. When she runs off, he must find her. He enlists the help of her teacher, Miss Peterson, and finds out that the ‘dragon’, is really more of a kitten. How will they find Mia and can they help her come to terms with the truth?
Mia let out a mighty sigh. She had joined Zach at the front porch and sat next to him on the swing. Enjoying a cool drink, he asked her to grab a soft drink from the fridge as well. It was a warm summer day, and the air showed no sign of cooling down. A lot of people in Hobart were tired and weary of the unusual hot spell for the very southern Australian city.
With another hefty sigh, Mia raked through her long, blond hair and focused into the distance.
“Honestly, Zach, she’s a dragon. I’m sure she does that on purpose. She doesn’t like me. She thinks I’m spoilt.”
The dragon was Miss Peterson, Mia’s high school English teacher. Mia liked school and enjoyed her classes. English wasn’t her worst subject, but it certainly was the toughest, with Miss Peterson piling on homework one after the other.
Zach sipped on his drink. “Hey, pumpkin, settle down.
What is that supposed to mean ‘you’re spoilt’?”
She shrugged. “You know!”
His eyebrows shot up. “Actually I don’t know! Isn’t she Sophie’s good friend?”
Another shrug. “Kinda, I s’pose. They used to do the boxing stuff together, and since Soph’s carrying a baby, they go and enjoy cake instead.”
Ignoring his laugh and the subject, she went inside and helped herself to cold lemonade. She opened the can with a simple click and took a long sip. “Man, it’s hot.”
Zach seemed to ponder on that thought just like Mia, when she suddenly said, “You need to cut the grass, Zach.”
He almost spilled the drink. “Good grief, thanks, honey.”
There wasn’t much yard in front of Zach’s house. A flagstone path crossed the patch of lawn, and he’d kept the rest of the garden as low maintenance as possible. But he loved sitting on the front porch, watching the world go by.
He placed his arm around her and drew her in a bit closer.
“Have you talked to Soph about your teacher?”
She nodded. “Yes. Her reply was that for most fourteenyear-old girls all the teachers seem like dragons. She remembers her science teacher who gave her a hard time. She blames it on my hormones because she thinks,” Mia snorted and then continued, “Miss Peterson is a really nice person.”
He chuckled, which earned him a momentary glare from Mia.
Zach shrugged his left shoulder. “I s’pose she has a point.”
Rolling her eyes, she moved away from him again. “Too hot for sentiments like that.”
He laughed. She had come a long way from when he had first met her. That was six years earlier, and she had been only eight. Eight years old with already enough character for three teenagers combined. But he’d liked her from more or less their first meeting on. He had been helping the girls find some stuff in their
attic when he had mistaken her for Sophie’s daughter. With hands on hips she’d said to him, “Do I look like her daughter? I mean, seriously.” She had the genes to become a pretty girl and she was heading that way in big steps. The stylish haircut, a slight touch of make-up to emphasise her grey-green eyes, and always dressed in the latest fashion to compliment her slim figure. And she did have her heart in the right place.
“You’ll meet her tomorrow when you drop me off at the school sports.”
Eyes wide open, he turned to look at her. “I will?”
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 dog. Next to her job at a private school she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
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