Not! Well, maybe. Actually, today I start a new job. Nothing to do with writing! It’s a factory type job that’ll bring in much needed money. Ah, the life of a starving artist. But wait! Still gotta be creative. Maybe I’ll borrow Don’s tape recorder and plot scenes for my books during the forty five minute drive to and from work. Yup. I guess I still can live the writer’s life. Can’t do any research in Arizona, Coronado, The Sonora Desert, endangered species, history, or anything else, but then again, I’ve done most of that already for my work in progress, the sequal to The SEED. Anybody can get some writing done if they put their mind to it. Ha Ha. So, come one folks! Give me some comments, get your friends to log in. When I get 40-thousand hits or more my agent will push my work!!!#! www.annrichduncan.com
So, I was shopping the other day and ran into an old friend who asked me how the “book business” was going. I said, “Same as usual. Sporadic sales. Well wishes from friends.” And then she asked me what I was working on, if anything. (A big clue she wasn’t following my blog!!#!). Well, in her defense, she needed a lesson in how to even find it. (I can understand that . . . I’m relatively computer illiterate). But then she asked how I know so much. Huh? Me? (She had read all of my books–Yay!–and was continually amazed at how much info is in them). Well, I said I don’t really know much at all. I do my homework. Research. Research. Research. For instance, John Victor’s current adventure takes place in the region where my brother (the real JV) heard there was lost treasure. The Tucson area. BINGO! I googled Tucson. Learned where the name came from. Learned about some of the mining and treasure hunting there. For instance the copper mine in Bisbee. And the desert! A plethora of info there! The flora, the fauna, the history of a region. Every little tidbit can become one of the building blocks of the story.
And then there’s Melvin. I wanted him to “grow” as a human being. As you know from “The SEED” he has a long way to go. Ha. So, I decided to have him become interested in self improvement. Threw in Tony Robbins’ name. Created a “Zen spot”. Hey, I didn’t know until this research that Zen is a Buddhist sect from the 12th century . . . read on if you like:
Melvin flung his arm out the car window, loving the hot summer sun that warmed his flesh. I’m free! he thought. Free for the whole day! Melvin was on his way to his most favorite spot in the whole wide world. He called it his ‘Zen Spot.’ He had named it after hearing a lecture at his Uncle Todd’s health spa about the importance of Zen, the Buddhist sect that advocated self-contemplation in the 12th century. Melvin had been mesmerized. . . . . . . .
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Part of the story (sequel to The SEED) evolves around a contest called “The Gem Express” where our treasure hunting hero is a “celebrity contestant”. John and his friends ride the Gem Express, a train, that carries contestants from town to town in Arizona in search of hidden gems. In this scene . . . .
John jogged toward Big Chief Boulder with Chad and the girls following close behind. This is almost too easy, he thought. I wonder why none of the other contestants figured this out? Even as his radar for trouble warned him to watch his surroundings, his lust for the hunt led him forward at full throttle. The boulder was in sight. He could almost feel the cool, hard surface of the first Gem Express gem stone in his hand. But yet . . . .
Never one to ignore his instincts for long, John slowed his pace and gestured to his friends. “You guys notice anything peculiar?” “Umh, no, hun. Whatsamatter?” “There’s nobody here, Betty. I don’t mean to pour cold water on your puzzle prognostication skills and all, but those clues were pretty easy if you think back on it. So why are we the only ones who figured it out?”
“Perhaps we have more experience?” They all shrugged and picked up their pace. All five of them. They stepped forward slowly, but purposefully. Five sets of eyes stared at Big Chief Boulder; five pairs of lips pouted in concentration; ten feet shuffled from side to side as John and his friends studied the boulder that once was the favorite meeting spot for Cochise, the famous chief.
From a nearby bush, Avery congratulated himself on his ability to altar the clue sheet that fell into John Victor’s hands.
That’s it for now. I did some research on Cochise and the tribes in his region. Some of the info is in the book, along with info about the desert, endangered species, and other “things Arizona”. Let me know what you think with the comment box below and go to www.annrichduncan.com to see my books, including “The SEED” (the one this work-in-progress follows).
Well, I’m sitting here, talking to my dogs, pictured right. Ginger and Gabriel. Ginger, our beautiful sammy dog (Samoyed Husky) sat down and put her paw up when I asked her if people would like to see a paragraph or two from the new book I’m working on. I took it as a yes. So here goes, but before you leave, don’t forget to click onto my website: www.annrichduncan.com. It’s got info about my YA historical adventure series featuring Johnny Vic and his treasure hunting adventures:
John was joking with Betty during one of the radio station’s commercial breaks, when one of his comments caught the attention of Paul MacDermott. Paul was a scientist connected with the Arizona Desert Museum in Tucson. Soft-spoken throughout the on-air ordeal, he suddenly became animated, flailing his arms, shouting for Todd’s attention.
Todd rushed to his seat, held a finger in warning, then addressed the listening audience. “Good afternoon, America! This is Todd Rascal, back on the air with a studio full of experts and one brave man, buried alive somewhere in the Sonora desert. And,” he finally gave Dr. MacDermott a nodd, “I now have Dr. Paul MacDermott at the mike and he seems to be excited. Let’s listen to what he has to say.” Todd was hoping that the somber scientist’s voice had finally become as animated as his body language.
“Thank you, Todd.” Dr. MacDermott immediately turned his focus on John. “John! I think we’ll be able to find you now! I’m sure of it!”
“Yes, really!” Grinning like a schoolboy, Dr. MacDermott said, “It’s something you said, John, when you were talking to your wife! I want you to describe that puffy little white thing that you picked off your pant cuff.”
“Umh, well, It’s one of those cactus thingy’s. You know, the seed pod or whatever. It’s umh, well, it seems to be covered with white wooly hairs.”
“Yes!” The animated scientist slapped the counter next to his microphone so hard that Detective Cromwell jumped and bumped his head against his own mike. “It’s not a seed pod, John, it’s most likely the dried skin from the fruit of the Nichol’s Turk’s head cactus. It’s an endangered species, John and there aren’t many in the area near Williston. Now, think hard and tell me, did you see a barrel shaped cactus? With ridges radiating from it? Was it covered with these white wooly fruits?”
“Well, now that you mention it, Doc, I think I did see some. Yeah, I’m sure of it.”
“This is important, John. How tall were they?”
“How tall? Gee, I don’t know.”
“Think, John. The Nichol’s Turk is very slow to grow. It takes ten years for them to reach two inches. And the thing is, we’ve been watching them for several years now, and the height of your cactus could tell us exactly which plot you are near!” Dr. MacDermitt couldn’t contain his excitement. He slapped the counter again, but this time Cromwell was prepared. He only jumped an inch or two.