One of the best things in my life is the amount of time I
get to spend in wonderful international locations. Sometimes I'm actually physically there. More often I make the trip without leaving my
office in Saint Paul.
Of course I'm referring to my hours writing about Kari
and Lucas and their international adventures.
Over the past several months I've been spending enormous amounts of time
in Scotland,
the site of the next Kari and Lucas mystery,
Rescuing Seneca Crane.
This book deals with the kidnapping of a young concert
pianist and all that Kari and Lucas go through to rescue her. The Scottish locations include Edinburgh and the Isle of Skye. Wonderful places!
I attended the Edinburgh Festival, where the book begins, in
2006. That trip included scouting for
locations in other parts of the country, including Glasgow,
Inverness and the Isle of Skye.
On the magnificently scenic bus ride back through the Highlands from Skye to Glasgow, I discovered the
hook that decided me on the Isle of Skye
setting. Our characters do pass through Inverness, but not long enough to appreciate the scenery –
drat! because it's such a lovely place. And
they never make it to Glasgow,
a city I would go back to in an instant because of its residents, the
friendliest people I have encountered in my travels anywhere.
But back at home, actually filling in the story details, I
came up with questions that needed to be answered about both cities. So last
spring I was (cough!) forced (cough!) to go back to Edinburgh for a few days, and to Skye for a
slightly longer period, to check locations.
The trip also included a quick visit to Amsterdam to nail down details on three
specific locations for The Mystery of the
Third Lucretia, notably the Rijksmuseum.
In the period since I had finished the first draft of the book, someone
-- without checking with me first! -- had decided to completely renovate the
museum in ways that threw off descriptive passages in a number of chapters.
The resulting trip was possibly the most difficult I have
ever undertaken -- far too much travel in far too short a time -- but the
residue is marvelous. My mind is full of
brilliant pictures. In Amsterdam I see canals beside which Kari
and Lucas walked, the stops where they waited for the tram -- I even know what
the signage at these tram stops looks like -- the legendary American Hotel,
where Gillian and her friend Bill enjoyed a leisurely dinner while Kari and Lucas
were up to no good.
In Scotland I see the shoe department at Jenners department
store in Edinburgh where I set a scene that ultimately did not fit in the book,
and a path that snakes through the idyllic park that lies in Edinburgh's
center -- site of another failed scene -- with its incomparable views of the
cityscape that makes Edinburgh one of the most beautiful metropolitan areas in all
of Europe.
In the past few days I have been spending a lot of time on
Skye with three men in a fishing boat, based on a real experience on the stormy
waters of Portree harbor looking for sea eagles. And earlier this year I enjoyed many weeks in
and around a medieval castle modeled on the grim and forbidding but utterly
unforgettable Eilan Donan castle that stand on the mainland not far from the
bridge to Skye.
There are many authors, thousands and thousands of them, who
spend all of their time writing -- and, presumably, thinking -- about serial
killers, dysfunctional families, grief and loss, jealousy, paranoia, revenge, and
life on the mean streets. I, on the
other hand, spend my time writing and thinking about castles and museums and
classical music concerts, and the shoe department at Jenners department store. I'd rather have my job than theirs.