Monday, December 5, 2011

Callum and Harper Blog Tour Stop :Callum Interview



Welcome to the Callum and Harper Blog Tour stop! Callum and Fisher will be here any minute! I can't wait to talk with them and get a peek into their heads. I'm sure it's all sorts of fabulous in there. So let's be quiet and respectful of their genius and- Oh! Here they come. Shhhh…..

Shelly: Callum! Fisher! Thank you for stopping by! Come on in and sit down in the mushroom chairs! Let's go ahead and get started. Callum, you start.

Callum: Hello, my name is Callum Tate and my story was just written by an author you've probably never heard of named Fisher Amelie.

Fisher: Callum! You little...
Callum: Chill, chill, dude. I was only joking.
Fisher: Intro me properly, you little ingrate, or I’ll write in a very appropriate set of horns on your character’s head.
Callum: You can’t do that! It’s not a paranormal book!
Fisher: Please, it’s fiction. I’ll explain it away as a birth defect.
Callum: Jeez, you’re good. Alright then. Let’s start over.

Hello, my name is Callum Tate and my story was just written by the fabulous, wonderful, magnanimous, incredible, stunning, amazing...
Fisher: Callum
Callum: ...Fisher Amelie.
Fisher: Thank you, Callum. So, today, Shelly Crane has been gracious enough to be willing to endure an interview by you. Please be a good boy and don’t embarrass me.
Callum: I won’t, mother. 
Fisher: I’ll be back in an hour. (Takes index and middle fingers and drags them from her eyes toward his)

Callum: Jeez, that lady is tough. Whew!
(Harper enters room, sits down)
Callum: So, Harper, how’re you doing?
Harper: Doin’ well, Callum. What’ve you been up to?
Callum: Not much. Thanks for asking.
Harper: Callum?
Callum: Hmm?
Harper: What kind of interview is this?
Callum: The laid back kind?
Harper: Nope, try again. Miss Crane expected something more entertaining than this. 
Callum: Crap. I know, I just didn’t do any prep for it because I’m swamped in Bio-Chem and I thought that maybe it would roll a lot easier since you’re my best friend and all. (Scratches back of neck) Fisher's going to kill me.
Harper: Callum Tate didn’t prepare for an assignment?! (Runs around in frantic mocking) Alert the papers! Sound the alarms! Call Scotland Yard!
Callum: I believe this ‘crime’ would be a little out of their jurisdiction, Harper Bailey.
Harper: (Sits back down) Alright, alright. Just wing it. Ask me questions you think other people might want to know.
Callum: Okay, um, let’s see. Think, think, think. Oh! I got it! How did we meet?
Harper: ‘Kay, well, I was just recently turned out of my foster home. I had a bag’s worth of belongings, a hundred dollar check, and a scowl that could kill a goat.
Callum: You weren’t wearing a scowl, Harper.
Harper: I was too, you just didn’t know it. My scowl is...subtle.
Callum: Sure. That sort of defeats the purpose of a scowl don’t you think? You weren’t wearing a scowl.
Harper: I was too! Stop arguing with me! Besides, you were too distracted by my eyes to really notice.
Callum: (Massages temples) I knew revealing that tidbit to you would cause me problems.
Harper: You can’t help being so attracted to me. It’s impossible. You’re like a tiny piece of scrap metal glinting in the sun and I’m a giant, glorious magnet, the kind you see in cartoons with the edges painted in red? Anyway, you totally wanted me. (Laughs) You should see the look on your face. I’m joshing you, Callum. I know you don’t want me.
Callum: (Smothers hand over mouth and mumbles, ‘What if I do’)
Harper: (Sobers) Wait, what?
Callum: Nothing. Moving on.
Harper: Okaaaay. Anyway, we were sitting side by side, waiting to hear word about our pathetic futures or the lack thereof. We were both placed on year long waiting lists for permanent housing and sent out with nothing but a ‘go get’em’ and a sheet of paper with a list of night to night facility centers.
Callum: And then I opened the door for you.
Harper: Yes, you opened the door for me, like a perfect gentleman.
Callum: And then I convinced you to ride with a stranger on the back of his motorcycle.
Harper: Wasn’t exactly the smartest thing I’ve ever done but beggars can’t be choosers.
Callum: Okay, so tell me a little of your back story.
Harper: Callum, what the heck? Why would you make me talk about that?
Callum: You don’t have to reveal all the gritty details just give us a bit of a background. You said to ask you things people would want to know!
Harper: (Sighs) Fine. My mother was heavy into drugs when she was pregnant with me but she carried me to term, slapped the name Harper on me and walked out of the hospital. My father is probably some equally heavy drug user and an unknown.
I was thrown from foster home to foster home, enduring things that no one should have to endure. My past is peppered with a plethora of detentions and maybe even a few arrests but I somehow survived to eighteen without losin’ an arm or even my life, despite all the threats.
Callum: It was a rough life.
Harper: Very.
Callum: (Grabs Harper’s hand and smiles)
Harper: (Smiles back)
Callum: Alright, so enough with the serious stuff. Who’s your best friend, besides me, of course.
Harper: Besides you, of course, I’d have to say, Cherry Bomb. She’s a sassy, Southern rocker in The Ivories. She has the brightest red hair a bottle could buy and she can kick your butt. She’s all sweetness and roses but you can’t cross Cherry without expecting consequences. Argh! I love her! She’s feisty and ornery and would kill for you. Plus, she’s six foot tall and has a wardrobe that would rival any fashion diva.
Callum: She is pretty amazing.
Harper: I know! Why can’t Charlie just figure out that he’s in love with her already?
Callum: Because, he, uh, well...I don’t know.
Harper: You hesitated.
Callum: I-I didn’t.
Harper: You can’t lie to me, Callum Tate. I know you.
Callum: (Gulps) I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Fiddles with pant leg)
Harper: (Narrows eyes) I’ll weasel it out of you, yet.
Callum: Moving on. Moving on. Lots to do. Lots to do. Many, many questions.These people need answers.
Harper: Go on then, White Rabbit. I believe you’re late. You’re late, for a very important date.
Callum: Shut it, Bailey.
Harper: Seriously, you could never go into espionage. You’re too nervous. A simple lie eats away at your soul. See! You’re sweating. Sheesh.
Callum: I believe this concludes today’s interview. Thank you all for reading. We’ll see you next time.
Harper: Yeah, yeah. Just wait until it’s my turn. 
Callum: (gulps)

(Fisher walks in)
Fisher: Go get in the car, you two. I’ll drive you home.
Callum: ‘Kay
Harper: ‘Kay
(Callum and Harper leave, laughing)

Fisher: Alright, Miss Crane, I hope they were on their best behavior. If not, please don’t be surprised if their characters have some horrible disease like halitosis or something.

Thank you for hosting us!


p.s. Still geekin’ out about Defiance. Tee hee!

Fisher is running a contest for the length of her book tour! To win a signed copy of Callum & Harper just
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Feel like talking to her in private? We don't blame you, she is easily persuaded into doing illegal things. E-mail her at fisher@fisheramelie.com. Don't worry, she's put up a firewall that no government agency could penetrate.

 p.s. See Harper's interview of Callum on December 12th at a future stop of the tour hosted by the talented M. Leighton


Author Bio:

Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first 'mama' patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, 'Jonah', and her Beta, 'Whale'. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn't mind all that much because life isn't worth living if it isn't entertaining, right?
Fisher grew up writing. She secretly hid notebooks and notebooks of dribble in a large Tupperware storage container in her closet as a kid. She didn't put two and two together until after college where it suddenly dawned on her, "Hey, I like writing". She's a bit dense
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Put down that Oreo, your butt can't take any more."
"You're rude."
"Yeah, yeah."
Anyway, she likes to write and has finally beaten her self-esteem into submission enough to allow herself to be scrutinized under the 'other readers' microscope. "No! No! Not a cover slip! Last time it gave me a ra...." (mumbling)





Thank you for stopping by, Fisher, and giving us a peek of the new book! I can't wait to start it. If you haven't read Fisher's other book, The Understorey, what are you waiting for!? For clean fun, entertainment, humor, and to learn fascinating things I'm sure, sit down with a Fisher book and enjoy the ride!


Best wishes and happy endings,
Shelly Crane





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3 comments:

  1. pretty great post! I was laughing the whole time.

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  2. So much fun! I had fun getting to know Callum and Harper! Now I'm even more excited about reading the book! Yay!

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