MFF#13: "A Child Needs His Father" by Rebecca Barray
Let's get down to business, shall we? Tell us about yourself. Who's that woman on the other side of the screen?
Wow, this is a tough one. I’m not entirely sure who I am most of the time. I love spending time with my family and playing with my babies. I love to read, pretty much anything and everything I get my hands on. I love to write fiction and learn about writing as much as I can. I’ve recently discovered the fun of photography, too, and it’s a great way to capture my little ones in time.
Where did the inspiration for your winning story come from?
With this story, and most of the flash fiction I write, I start with a very deliberate idea of where I want the story to end. Of course, by the time I finish, it probably couldn’t be further from that idea than if I’d deliberately tried to avoid it. I knew I wanted to tell a story of a father’s goodbye, and I wanted the father to be a really good guy. That's all that made it from start to finish in this one. I had envisioned the father running away with the child, despite being a good guy, because he knew that the child would be unsafe otherwise. But in the middle, I thought, “What if he could just keep the kid?” And thus, “A Child Needs His Father” was born.
For me, the writing bug bit in back in 2009 and hasn't let go since. When did you start writing fiction?
I’ve been writing off and on, since middle school. I had such a fantastic time writing fiction for a project in 7th grade that I never really stopped. I didn’t really consider it more than a fun hobby until about a year ago. My two small children were 6 months and 2, and my oldest was starting middle school. I found I was drawn to write more and more. I still do it mostly for myself, but I’m starting to work on a novel that I hope to publish one day.
On your blog, entitled, Becca's Blog, I see a section called 'On My Nightstand', and there are a few familiar writing resource books there. Do you have any favorite writing resources you can recommend?
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If I've been asked this once, I've been asked a million times: How do you, as a full-time mom of three, have time to write?
That is a question I get asked often, as well. I don’t know about you, but with two toddlers at home, I don’t HAVE time to write. I have to MAKE time to write. On a really good day, I can slip in an hour in the morning, a couple at naptime, and another hour or two after baby bedtime. That, of course, excludes any days that my husband or older son would like to spend any time with me. Clearly, I don’t get a lot done.
Who are your favorite authors and what are your favorite genres?
I tend to be attracted to fantasy and/or romance. The House of Night series, by PC and Kristin Cast, is one of my YA favorites. The Sookie Stackhouse series, by Charlaine Harris, and The Black Dagger Brotherhood series, by JR Ward, are my favorites on the adult paranormal side. In Romance, I just discovered Megan Hart’s “Stranger”, and I now NEED to read every book she’s ever written.
Are you working on anything now, and can you tell us about it?
Would you like to share an excerpt?
I began to take in this fantastical whole new world. If I had been colorblind, it wouldn’t have been half as startling. Many things had familiar shapes: grass, trees, flowers and streams, though with vastly different colors. Everything shone like it was lit from within. Bright, white light streamed down and warmed me from two suns, one low and one hanging high in a soft pink, cloudless sky. The air was heavy with a wild mixture of strange fruity aromas and almost no breeze. My mouth watered and I imagined the scent belonging to a plump fruit, full of a sweet juice that ran down my chin with every bite. A gurgle drew my attention to a small brook flowing with water the orange color of sunset back home. Everything seemed to slow as I spun around with my arms outspread, trying to take it all in at once. There was such a feeling of peace as I took a deep breath and a smile stretched across my face. Every few steps I wanted to stop and inspect something. There was a cluster of blood red flowers that swayed even though there was no wind, as if they were slow-dancing to some melody that I just couldn’t hear. A long line of tiny birds, the size and color of golf balls, marched like ants, high among the feathery, lavender leaves of a tree. When the small leader opened its beak, the tinkling sound of bells came out and every single bird in line stopped frozen. If I hadn’t just seen them moving with my own eyes, I would have sworn they were concrete statues. A little farther along, I came to an odd tree. The stiff, navy branches seemed to be slotted. As I stood bewildered, a light wind brushed across my bare arms. Suddenly, a strange music filled the air and small, furry animals the same cerulean blue as the grass darted around beneath the branches, snatching falling seeds as soon as they touched the ground.
Last but not least, here's a random question: What do you order when you eat Chinese food?
Oh, I love Chinese food! I don’t get to eat it nearly often enough, but, when I do, I always get General Tso’s Chicken with fried rice! I LOVE IT!!