The Kid Has Her Say

MadnessMini_coverRecently, I guested (new v.i.) on a site where the hostess asked for blogs written by one of my characters. Of all the primary and secondary characters in more than 20 books, I chose the youngest—11-year-old Maddie Porter, the computer whiz granddaughter in the Miniature Mysteries. Strange.

That Maddie even exists is strange, since it’s well-known among my friends and relatives that I’m not a Kid Person. I don’t do kids. I never was one, never had one, never wanted one. I’m a fan of the “joke:” I Child-Proofed My House . . .. . . but they get in anyway.

My choosing Maddie for the character’s-voice blog shows just how little control I have over my writing.

I give you Maddie Porter, from MADNESS IN MINIATURE. Her diary entry from the day after an earthquake hit her little town of Lincoln Point, California:

Wow, after all the drills in school, we finally had a real earthquake where I live in California. I wasn’t scared. Not too much, anyway. It was only a 3.1, but everything quaked! I was in my Grandma’s house with her and her BFF.

I think they’re going to get married soon. I hope so, because Uncle Henry—that’s what I call him—see, his granddaughter, Taylor, is my BFF! So that would be so cool. Me and Taylor would be, like, cousins or something.

Back to that earthquake, it’s a good thing I remembered Drop, Cover, and Hold On! from our drills in school, and made sure Grandma and Uncle Henry came under the dining room table with me and held on even though it moved a little. I think a vase in Grandma’s house broke, but the big thing is that downtown in the new, giant crafts store, some pottery fell off a high-up shelf, and someone died from being hit over the head. The man was a boss of the new crafts company. He came to our town from New York, and my grandma thinks maybe it wasn’t the earthquake’s fault that he died. She’s probably right, and if she is, then we’ll have a Case to work on.

I love helping Grandma and Uncle Skip (he’s not old like Uncle Henry) who’s a police detective. This time I made up a data chart so we could have an easy way to see where everyone was when the earthquake hit. That’s called an alibi, and when we looked at all the alibis it helped us figure out how the man from New York was killed.

Grandma and I work on dollhouses together, and that’s almost as much fun as police work. When I grow up (I’m almost there—I’m eleven years old), I think I want to be a detective like Uncle Skip. Or just make miniatures all day. Or maybe work in an ice cream shop, or maybe live in New York City. That’s where my dad was born when Grandma and Grandpa were living there. At least I want to visit New York and see the Rockettes. Maybe Grandma will take me some day.

I hope, I hope. Okay, TTFN! (I have to keep reminding my grandma, that means ta ta for now!)

Note: In book #8, MANHATTAN IN MINIATURE (April 2015) Maddie gets her wish!

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2 Responses

  1. You obviously once were a child, Camille, and here is your testimony. Eleven-year-old Mattie shines through in all her youthful exuberance. A delightful, imaginative child! Makes me want to read Manhattan in Miniature! Nice cover. Oh, that broken vase! (It didn’t take an earthquake for my cat to break one.)

  2. Thanks, Nancy! It turns out neither the earthquake nor the cat did it :)!

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