Today, we welcome a guest to our blog and if you think she looks a bit like Meryl Streep, you could be right but don’t worry about it.
This is our very first character guest post, introducing Kate Devereau; the unlucky artist from Jaye’s books Nine Lives and Out of Time.
Still recovering from her latest trauma, she seems frail yet fiercely determined to be here. Something we have come to expect from her.
Shove that pile of books out of the way, and make yourself comfortable…so good to finally meet you in person, Kate.
“Thanks Jaye, it’s lovely to be here, anywhere actually…”
How exactly are you these days? I understand you ran afoul of Jack Holland, your murdering ex-husband again?
“Unfortunately I have, but I have a new protector now, so I am confident everything will be fine…”
Does this protector have a name, and when do we meet him?
“The book is available now, so everyone can meet my Snowman and discover what happened in my latest adventure.”
Er… who or what is this Snowman, Kate?
“The new man in my life, Detective Inspector David Snow. He is so kind and helpful. He saved my life, and sent Jack packing…”
Good news indeed. But what about Michael Barratt, your loyal old flame. Is he still carrying a torch for you?
“Sadly not. I don’t think it would have worked out anyway, it had been far too long and we had changed too much.”
The arrival of this snowman wouldn’t have anything to do with it?
(Kate starts to look uncomfortable, and I wonder if I have touched an exposed nerve. Or is something else going on here?)
“I’m sorry, but I am still a little raw around the edges. What happened to Michael was awful…”
What did happen to him, can you tell us?” (I notice she is wringing her hands together, each one trying to make the other be still. Maybe this visit was too soon…)
“No, I cannot tell you what happened to him at the church. All I keep seeing is the bloody roses on the altar. They wouldn’t let me see him…”
I am sorry, Kate. I didn’t realise it would still be this raw.” (Changing the subject fast, I ask about her painting. The change in her face is remarkable, and as the tension eases, a small smile appears at the corners of her mouth.)
“I haven’t been able to paint since… but thanks to the Snowman I have my favourite seascape back. I live in that painting. Maybe one day soon I can start to paint again.”
In the first book, I loved reading about your paintings and how each one was created. It would be a shame if the world was deprived of any more of your work.
Kate smiles, the first real smile of the day. “I can feel it building inside of me, this overwhelming need to smell the linseed oil again. Hopefully, it won’t be long…”
(I sense the interview is over, but I make her promise to come back when her life is back on track.