Inspired by my friend and fellow writer Charles over at Legends of Windemere, I started a series of posts providing some background to my characters. Thanks for the inspiration and encouragement to do this, Charles!
As I’d like to pick this series back up again and share more about my characters, I would like to re-introduce this initial post. My first published heroine, Kaedyn, from Lies That Bind: Kaedyn’s Story will tell you more about herself here, in her own words.
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I’m relatively tall at 5’7″, only an inch shorter than my sister, who is twelve years older than I am. I don’t think I’m thin; Kallie is always telling me I am, but I just roll my eyes at her. I have light blonde hair, so light that in the summer it sometimes looks almost white, especially in the sun, and dark blue eyes, so dark that when I look in the mirror I have to look really hard, and sometimes even then I can’t tell that they’re blue.
I’m very quiet, but I’ve been told that I’m headstrong. I guess someone can be both; it just seems weird to think about someone being both quiet and stubborn. Usually when I think “stubborn,” I think of someone who is loud and obnoxious.
I don’t have a ton of friends; I’ve never been one of those girls who just attracts friends like nobody’s business. But I do have a few very close friends – or I did before my mom got sick. We even kind of had our own clique. (In general, I don’t think very highly of cliques, but I have to admit to having felt a little twinge of pride whenever I noticed underclassmen watching us with what could only be described as envy in their eyes.) I used to think of Emily and Isabel as my best friends, the very best friends a girl could have. But when my mom got sick, and we were told she wouldn’t make it more than a year, maybe eighteen months if we were lucky, and I was faced with an incomparable loss, neither of them – nor any of the others – seemed willing to tread the waters with me. I won’t lie; I missed them on occasion. But the loss of my mom was so great that the loss of a couple of shallow friends was miniscule by comparison.
I suppose the fact that I don’t really have any friends gives me a good excuse to basically bury myself in books the majority of the time. Let’s face it, I’ve always been that way; but not having any friends made it a lot easier and gave me a good excuse at the same time.
I am supremely close to my older sister, Kallie. I’m only somewhat close to my brother Kurt, but that’s probably because by the time I came around, he was a ten year old with friends and bikes and video games and baseball practice. Kallie, on the other hand, had been praying for a sister for as long as she could remember. After Kurt, my mom had trouble getting pregnant again, and after a miscarriage and a stillbirth, she didn’t think she would ever be able to have another child. They had quit trying when they lost my brother Kellan, born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. Kallie was eight, and once told me she found Mom crying late at night several times in the months afterward. Anyway, I was more or less a surprise (I’d never once heard my mom use the term “accident”), and Kallie, twelve when I was born, had mothered me at least as much as Mom had.
Apparently she’s never going to stop mothering me. But after what we’ve been through, I’ve become okay with that.