July 27, 2020
What elements from your life are woven into your latest book?
Spoiler alerts ahead!
Harmony Duprie isn’t me. The more of her stories I write, the more that becomes clear. But there are pieces of my life in her character.
Let’s start with a few things about her that are totally not me.
I didn’t want to go anywhere that required getting on a plane. Flying freaked me out.
I’d never had a bad experience on a plane—at least not that I can remember. But there’s something about hurtling through the sky at thirty thousand feet trapped in a tin can without a parachute that bothered me. If Eli lived on the West Coast, our relationship would have been doomed before it started. At least his place in Florida was within driving distance of Oak Grove.
from The Baron’s Cufflinks
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I have no fear of flying. I used to travel for a job. I once made three trips from Florida to California in the same month. (A different place each time.)
But there are other parts of my life that Harmony echoes. Once upon a time, I wanted to be a librarian. I actually got to be a librarian for a while. But life happened to both of us, and she became an internet researcher while my life headed a very different direction.
The apartment that Harmony lives in? It’s modeled after the apartment on the third floor of a house an aunt and uncle owned. I never got to go there because they had the same renter the whole time I was growing up. So I created Harmony’s setup based on my interpretation of what it might have looked like. In fact, visiting Oak Grove is like visiting the town I grew up in.
Then there’s Harmony’s take on Florida.
Scotty handed my phone back. “We’ve been keeping an eye on the weather. If we don’t get out of here in the next few days, we’ll be stuck when the next system moves in. And our job here is done.”
“Besides,” Lando said. “I’m tired of the cold and snow. I’m ready to get back to sunshine and sandy beaches.”
“And tourists and mosquitos,” I joked, hiding my dismay.
“You can come play tourist any time. If Eli is gone, I’ll kick out my roommate and you can stay with me. I’ll take you to all the fun places he won’t. Like coleslaw wrestling.”
“Are you kidding me? Coleslaw wrestling?”
“Yeah. Women in skimpy bikinis fighting in a kid’s swimming pool filled with coleslaw. I bet you could beat any of ’em.”
He was right. Eli would never take me there.
from The Contessa’s Brooch
Harmony picks on Florida often. Like me. As I say, I lived there too long. Throw in hurricanes and humidity, and you have all the major reasons I don’t live there anymore.
Here’s the big spoiler alert. If you don’t want to read it, scroll to the bottom.
In the next Harmony mystery, I take her out of Oak Grove and plunk her down in the middle of Florida. Where she has to deal with all the above…maybe. I haven’t decided about the hurricane yet.
I felt like the Bandit in the Cannonball Run, except I headed south instead of West. I made the drive to Florida in eleven hours when it should have taken fourteen spread over two days. Partly because I started while it was still dark and missed rush hour traffic through Pittsburgh. Partly because I stuck as much as possible to the interstates and didn’t do any sightseeing along country roads going through West Virginia. Partly because I didn’t run afoul of any officers of the law.
Dolores helped, sensing my urgency. Each time I pressed the gas pedal, she responded with a growl of joy. And I swear she used less fuel than normal, because I didn’t have to make as many stops as expected to refill her tank.
Coming soon, The Ranger’s Dogtags
And that’s another way Harmony and I are different. I would never speed. Never.
There’s plenty more ways Harmony has borrowed from my life, but that’s enough for now. Let’s head over and see what parts of their own lives the other authors on this hop incorporate into their stories. Just follow the links below. (And don’t forget to leave a comment, if you are so inclined.)
Until next time, stay safe!
July 27, 2020
What elements from your life are woven into your latest book?
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I used to love flying, but now I’ve let my passport lapse and don’t ever want to fly again. I keep imagining sitting in a plane and breathing in the same air that everybody else is breathing. Not good…
I can’t imagine being that scared of flying, Patricia. I am like you, I have traveled frequently for work purposes. I don’t think there will be much of that going forward though.
On one trip I took, the lady next to me was obviously scared. I went into ‘mother’ mode and talked her through the take-off, letting her squeeze my hand until we got to cruising altitude.After that she was fine.
Since my emergency landing, I’ve gone off flying. But that’s another story, I’m content to travel in my mind these days.
We’ve talked about buying an RV and traveling that way after retirement. These days, we’re reconsidering those plans.
My .02. The hurricane gambit is overused. Just sayin’. These days it’s difficult to go anywhere without it being overused or stereotypical. Or turf that in your case Hiassen owns. I had a custom boat builder set-to in middle Florida I built around a real experience. I was dragging a sales manager through Florida, A sales manager with a weak bladder. We stopped somewhere in the glades at a gas station/c store that looked straight out of Deliverance. He got out of the car, leery of the surroundings. “I’m not back in five minutes, get the hell out of here.”
I travelled for a living. Well, if you call the band van a living. After that, when I got paid, it looked a lot different. And I was less likely to watch a tire from the trailer pass us on the highway in the middle of nowhere…
Or get behind a truck carrying a load of building supplies that aren’t tied down properly. And I agree about hurricanes being overused, but I may have to throw in a mention just because it’s Florida.
I moved to Florida 7 years ago, and as I write this, there is a tropical storm headed this way. They are certainly a part of life here! I’m thinking of using it in my second novel, when my main character lives in Florida for a few months, and a hurricane uncovers a lost treasure. We’ll see how it goes.
I decided to mention a hurricane but not use it as a major plot point. Now I have to figure out how to reference “a Florida man!”