Thursday, March 20, 2014

Cornered by Brenda Maxfield: Interview and Excerpt



Welcome Brenda! Thanks for this chance to chat with you!  Where do you dream of traveling to and why?

I’ve been very fortunate in the traveling department! Through both work and pleasure, I’ve been able to visit many countries. I’ve also been privileged to live in four different countries. Right now, I would love to visit Croatia. (Europe is always a good idea!) It’s pulling me somehow…

What was your first sale as an author?

Oh! I was so over the moon. It was a 300 word article on clams for a children’s magazine. Judging from my level of excitement, you’d have thought I’d sold a full-length novel to the Big Six!  Ha!  (I did earn ten dollars! Oh, I was flying high.)

Does your significant other read your stuff?

Not always, but often. I value my husband’s input. He catches things that slip right by me. He’s been a true supporter. (And a good sport!)

Tell us about your family.

Yay! A chance to talk about my grandkids.  We were blessed to get our first from the Democratic of Congo a year ago. He’s almost two now. Then, last September we were blessed with two more beautiful children from the Congo. (They are three and four years old.) It’s hard to believe that a bit over a year ago, I had no grandkids and now I have three. Triple blessing. I still pinch myself.

What was the scariest moment of your life?

This is easy! We were passengers in a rented car in Asia, driving in the lesser Himalayas. The road was winding, not really wide enough for two vehicles, and on the edge of a cliff with no guard rail and many, many blind curves.  Need I say more?  I think that car seat still has the imprint of where I dug my nails far enough to reach the springs.

What are your favorite TV shows? 

I’ve just recently discovered White Collar. Oh, I love that show!! The plot twists keep me guessing. (Not to mention the attraction factor of Neal Caffrey!)  I’m addicted.
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Escape is all seventeen-year-old Courtney Phillips can think about. Earning an internship could be her ticket to break free. But when her mother becomes ill with fibromyalgia, Courtney is trapped caring for her rebellious sister, Tiffany, and her little brother - until Tiffany runs off to live with their jerk of a dad.

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Courtney finally lands an interview for her dream internship, but mysterious calls from Tiffany spell trouble. Courtney must find a way to win Keegan's love and rescue her sister without jeopardizing her own future.

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The phone rang in Mrs. Johnson’s calculus class, and I sank into my chair with dread. She scuffled to answer it, clucked a few times into the receiver, and pressed it to her chest. Peering at us over her glasses, she zoned in on me.
“Courtney, please report to the office.”
A few of the kids snickered, probably with relief. I stood to leave and glanced over at Keegan.
He brushed a few strands of hair away from his deep brown eyes and offered me his sympathy face. I grimaced, shrugged, and pushed through the door into the empty hallway. My flats clacked out my progress with a hollow echo.
The secretary, Mrs. Pellan, waited for me in the office, perched behind the counter like a judgmental owl. “Courtney Phillips, this is getting to be a habit.”
“My mom again?” I asked, already knowing her answer.
“Yes, and we simply can’t have you interrupted at all hours with these calls. Mr. Anderson is not a happy camper, young lady.”
I sighed and held out my hand for the phone.
“Court? Are you there?” Mom’s whiny voice trembled through the line.
“I’m here, Mom. What’d she do this time?”
“The middle school just called, and Tiffy didn’t show up for school again. You know I count on you to get the kids off in the morning.” She paused for a huge gasping breath. “Didn’t you take her to school? She didn’t walk, did she? You and I both know…”
I held the phone away from my ear, letting her ramble into the air. Nosy Mrs. Pellan left her chair and inched closer, her eyebrows raised in a thin V across her forehead. I knew from experience Mrs. Pellan loved any hint of gossip. I pressed the phone back to my ear.
“…since she can’t do it alone.” Mom had finished her tirade.
“Yes, Mother,” I said.
“So you’ll do it then?”
“Give me a replay.”
Mom’s voice quacked an octave higher. “Courtney Phillips, have you listened to one word I’ve said? Now get over there to the middle school and find your sister.”
I handed the phone to Mrs. Pellan. “I have to go. Mom will explain. I’ll sign out, but I’m not sure I’ll be back.”
I scribbled my name and the time on the clipboard lying on the counter. I dashed out before Mrs. Pellan could return to lecture mode.
It wasn’t my fault.
But then it never was.

 My passion is writing! What could be more delicious than inventing new characters and seeing where they take you?

I'm a teacher so I spend most of my waking hours with young people. I love chatting with them and hearing their views on love and life. My students are magical, and I am honored to be part of their lives.

I've lived in Honduras, Grand Cayman, and Costa Rica. Presently, I live in Indiana with my husband, Paul. We have two grown children and three precious grandchildren, special delivery from Africa.
When not teaching, I love to hole up in our lake cabin and write -- often with a batch of popcorn nearby. (Oh, and did I mention dark chocolate?)

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