Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Proximity by M. A. George: Interview and Excerpt



Welcome M.A. ! Thanks for stopping in. 

Tell us about a favorite character from a book.

Palta is the female heroine and narrator of Proximity.  She’s shy on the surface, more by necessity than by choice.  As an alien trying her best to blend in on Earth, keeping a low profile is just part of the deal.  To those who know her well, she’s impulsive, witty, stubborn, and completely oblivious to her own merits.  She’s growing increasingly bored with ordinary life, but finds herself caught off guard when things start getting “interesting”.  

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

I am a self-professed music addict, with no hope or desire for a cure.  I’m not too keen on the idea of an implantable chip in my brain; but if it had the option of playing a continual soundtrack in my head, I might just consider signing up.  So, the answer is yes…I most definitely listen to music while writing.  The playlist varies depending on my moods, but lately I’ve been on a kick of Florence + the Machine, Fun., Ellie Goulding, and My Chemical Romance. And no, there’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to that list.

What was the scariest moment of your life?

Before I had children, I would have answered by recounting the time my raft capsized while negotiating a lovely deathtrap known as “Satan’s Suckhole” in Colorado.  But motherhood completely changed my perspective on fear.  You could drop me from the sky without a parachute, dunk me into a shark tank, or offer me up to a crowd of bloodthirsty zombies, and nothing would compare to the terror of seeing one of my children in danger.  Thankfully, the closest we’ve come is when my four-year-old was choking on steak.  Fortunately, I was there to do the Heimlich maneuver.  I appeared calm, but it’s the only time in my life I’ve ever been literally shaking with fear.  I know other parents have endured far worse…and I pray I’ll never have to. 

What group did you hang out with in high school?

I was in the high school band, a “bandie” to the core.  I played the French horn and dated a hunky-hunk from the drumline that later became my husband.  Bandies rule. 

Morning Person? Or Night Person? How do you know?

DEFINITELY a night person.  I know, because peeling myself out of the bed early in the morning is like plucking my fingernails out with rusty pliers.  I can stay up all night and just feel kind of sluggish the next day.  But ask me to sleep two hours and then get up at four in the morning…It won’t be pretty.

What one word best describes you?

“Unpredictable”.  Or maybe I should say “inconsistent”?  I’ll spend months growing my hair out, then decide on a whim to chop it to a pixie cut (a decision I’m still regretting).  I can be a neat-freak germophobe one minute, and ignore dishes piled up in the sink the next.  And I don’t follow guidance very well.  If you say “zig”, I’ll “zag”…as soon as I figure out what “zagging” is.  

Where are your fans most likely to find you hanging out?

I have fans?...Awesome.  Tell ‘em to come on over!  Nine times out of ten, you’ll find me hanging out at home with my posse (also known as the husband and kids).  If we’re not at the house, we’re out on the road for a weekend camping getaway.  Letting the boys burn off a little energy outdoors does wonders for our collective sanity.


M. A. George is part proud mother of two adorable children, part super top secret agent…Oops, probably just lost that job.
Writing is what keeps her up into the wee hours of the night.  Fortunately, she has a lot of energy (Read: caffeine is her friend).  She has a bit of an obsession with music (It does a fantastic job of tuning out rambunctious children while she attempts to focus).
She sincerely hopes people out there enjoy reading her work as much as she enjoys writing it.  And if anyone hears of work for a super top secret agent, she’s now available (Discretion guaranteed…).
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Dr. Palta Capal would be a typical American career woman…if only she were human.

She has found her calling in this world as a physician. It’s an ideal outlet for her compassionate spirit…and unearthly healing powers.

Palta may spend her nights rereading Jane Austen novels, but she deliberately avoids pursuing her own love story. Human men—attractive as they may be—inevitably grow old and wither, leaving her to grieve in solitude. Frankly, no one has seemed worth the torment.

Enter Eric Moran, the intensely attractive and enigmatic new coworker on the scene. With his quiet confidence and warm smile, he manages to draw Palta’s attention. Little does she know that he, too, holds a secret…one that will propel them both into an escalating collision of two worlds.

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When I say my courage has been building, it wasn’t quite ready for what happened today.
I began my day like any other Friday morning, meeting in the cafeteria with my colleague and closest human friend, Madeleine Lewitt.  She and I were classmates in medical school, although we didn’t really come to know one another very well until entering internship.  The three years of combined internship and residency are an intensive and sometimes harrowing introduction to the practice of medicine.  Co-residents tend to commiserate and keep each other bolstered, forming bonds that only such a uniquely shared experience can bring.  Although we have little contact outside the workplace, Madeleine and I can chat for hours on everything from hair care products to medical board examinations to movies, music, and men.
We were in the midst of our typical chatter, just sitting down to our usual corner table, when I caught a glimpse through the window of a couple having coffee at one of the bistro tables out on the plaza.  Madeleine was in the midst of relating her weekend plans, but in that moment I honestly wasn’t paying any attention.  My aforementioned courage was abruptly snuffed when my eyes took in the shockingly gorgeous woman sitting across from Eric.
She was slender but very shapely, with long layered dark brown hair and high-arching eyebrows accentuating her bright blue eyes.  She wore a form-fitting black sweater and pencil skirt with long, porcelain legs extending down to her black patent heels. 
She was like something out of a fashion magazine.
Eric leaned in toward her to whisper something in her ear, and they both broke into raucous laughter, like giddy schoolchildren.  It was the most animated I had ever seen him.  When she laughed, her red lipstick contrasted perfectly against her brilliant white teeth.  I felt an instantaneous jolt of resentment toward her, detesting the way she casually stroked his forearm as she spoke.  It was immediately followed by the realization that I was a pathetic fool.
What on Earth had made me think that he was single?
My trance was broken by the sudden gap in Madeleine’s dialogue, as she realized I was lost in thought.  I sheepishly apologized for my inattention, but Madeleine knows me well enough to recognize the look of distraction on my face.  I stammered in an attempt to fabricate an explanation for the tears welling up in my eyes, grumbling that I had burned my tongue on the hot tea.   But my recovery came a moment too late—she had already followed my line of sight and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Who knew that Eric Moran has himself a supermodel girlfriend?” After a moment of careful inspection, she turned back toward me with a smirk.
“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” I tried to hide the repulsion in my voice.
“I wonder who does her hair, it’s amazing.” As if I hadn’t already taken notice of that nauseating fact.  “Well, I guess it’s no surprise…He is gorgeous,” she said.  Without giving it any further thought, she moved on to another subject.
I tried to divert my attention away from the happy couple, forcing myself to focus on the conversation with Madeleine.  It was hard to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I couldn’t help but notice as they stood to leave, embracing with a tender hug.  He walked beside her, gently guiding her forward with his hand on the small of her back, until they rounded the corner and were out of my view.  I was at least relieved that they hadn’t kissed goodbye.  My stomach was in such a knot, I surely would have lost my breakfast.


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