Craig
is my big brother
(I'm
one of six kids) and a very talented
screenwriter. He helps me walk through plots.
Q:
What was your first impression when you found out Kimber Chin wrote
romance novels?
Craig:
The
first thought I had when I heard Kimber Chin, AKA my little Sis,
was writing romance novels was actually a flashback. To a short
story she wrote in high school. I remember reading it and thinking,
this is better technical writing than anything I've ever written(still
is), but there's no "it" there, no fire. Romance writing
is all about the fire, is she going to be able to do this? I worried
about that all the years she was writing and working towards her
first published novel, worried about it right through to the end
of the third chapter as I was reading that debut novel, then relaxed
and just enjoyed the rest... The "it" was there, boy was
IT there.
Q:
What is the silliest thing you and Kimber Chin have done together?
Craig:
It
was a crappy old red rust bucket Ford, but what made it truly ugly
was the home made box topper. Made out of two by fours and plywood
and covered with roofing shingles and tar to keep the rain out.
The five of us kids (this was back before my youngest sister was
born) sat in back on foam lined benches, wearing seat belts we were
never very sure of, to town and back, sometimes to the big city,
and one memorable trip to the east coast. But mostly it was thousands
of miles of bush roads, dirt and gravel with potholes that made
us fly through the air.
We
had a boom box for company, always the latest Madonna or Bryan Adams
cassette. We'd sing along, sometimes pounding on the back cab window,
holding up one finger or two for bathroom breaks. One memorable
night, way past dark, the batteries ran out. The three little ones
were tired and cranky, barely old enough for school. They needed
to be entertained. So for two very silly hours Kimber Chin and I
sang songs, mostly made up and completely ridiculous, with the sound
of the road and the wind whipping by, every now and again a pot
hole sending us flying through the air. The original American Idol
with three little judges laughing all the way home.
