Susan Vaughan: CONFESSIONS OF A TRIVIA JUNKIE

My name is Susan and I'm a trivia junkie. I love learning something new. A new word, an unusual little fact, a new process, no matter how obscure or weird. I've always enjoyed crossword puzzles, partly because of the new things I learn as I do them. And now as I get older--not that old yet but hey--crosswords keep my brain firing on most cylinders. Scrabble is fun, too, but more a search of the brain for words I already know. Here's an example of the trivia I have picked up from lord knows where. My neighbor was worrying about his father whose doctor had just told him something seemed to be going on with the older man's heart. My neighbor couldn't figure out the term the cardiologist used, couldn't figure out how to spell it to look it up. But once he said the word, I knew the spelling: i-s-c-h-e-m-i-a. Ischemia means coronary heart disease, or narrowing of the arteries. My neighbor was happy because now he could learn more on Web MD. See what I mean about trivia?

As a trivia junkie, I love acquiring new information as I research my books. I think it would be so difficult to write historical novels because of all the research involved, even the clothes and activities of daily life. But you'd be surprised how much research goes into contemporary novels as well. I found with my first book, Dangerous Attraction, I was looking for information constantly as I wrote the book. For my new release, Primal Obsession, I did a lot of direct research, personal research, with a canoe and camping trip. My husband and I took a six-day trip in the Maine wilderness with a guide and three other campers. I used the skills and experiences of the week to help me give authentic background and to plot the book. Later I had other research to do, either online, in books, or by calling people.

I did a blog post awhile ago on research being fun, but I saw one recently by another author who listed what she learned in the process of writing a book. I thought it would be fun to do the same. Here are ten things I learned while writing Primal Obsession.

1. In the state of Maine, the Maine Criminal Investigation Division handles murder cases. Only the cities of Bangor and Portland have homicide detectives. All other jurisdictions defer to the state.

2. Police often use cell phones instead of police radios because they can keep the calls more private. No one can listen in with their scanners at home.

3. There's never been a serial killer in the state of Maine. (Mine's the first!)

4. A serial killer's signature makes his crime stand out with his personal compulsion, which remains static and represents what he is. A signature is different from a modus operandi, which can change. I learned this from Mindhunter, by John Douglas, one of the founders of the FBI Investigative Support Unit.

5. The Cessna Caravan pontoon airplane can carry the pilot and eight passengers.

6. Maine Guides were first licenses in 1897. Guiding at first was primarily for hunters and fishermen but today Maine Guides are licensed for recreational guiding as well. That first year 1316 guides were licensed. The first licensed guide was a woman, Cornelia "Fly Rod" Crosby.

7. When navigating rapids in a canoe, watch for "funnels," rocks with water streaming before them. Head down the V's between the funnels/rocks.

8. Use a Radical Paddle--pull the paddle in to the canoe to make a quick turn--then power paddle through the V. The rear paddler sets the direction by switching sides and by pulling back in a J move.

9. When using a simple compass, place the red N arrow in the red section pointing north, or put "Fred in the shed," as our guide said.

10. When heading for a target spot in the woods, plot your course in short distances. Aim for a rock or tree ahead, then recheck the compass and choose a new target.

This isn't a picture of our guide but who cares. This is Sam from Primal Obsession. Watch for my book trailer, where you'll see Sam again.

Susan Vaughan

Life can bring you some zany surprises, can't it? Two years ago, right after an unexpected death in the family, I was away from home, picking out a casket on my birthday because the next of kin were too devastated, when I got a call from Marsha Zinberg at Harlequin, asking me to be a part of the upcoming Harlequin NASCAR series.

Her request, while something I told her I was completely unsuited for, was the one bright spot in a very dark day. I didn't tell her what was going on in my life right then, but when she urged me to consider the request and offered to send me more information, I reached for that ray of sunshine and said okay.

Even though, as I'd told her, "Not only do I know nothing about NASCAR, Marsha, it looks like a really dumb sport, cars just driving around in a circle."

Famous last words.

Fast forward a few weeks. I'm back at home, we're all trying to settle back into real life. I get the information and start researching. I find Nascar.com. Discover the Speed channel. Start filling up my DVR with pre-race shows—Trackside Live, coverage of qualifying, of practices, even wading my way through episodes of Performance, where crew chiefs talk about the innards of the cars (my mechanic granddaddy would have been so proud of me!!!) I pore through NASCAR for Dummies. Start absorbing terms like camber and tight and loose and downforce. I watch my first race (Bristol spring race, if anyone's interested.)

And get hooked on the continuing drama that is NASCAR—feuds and friendships, folks to cheer, others to boo, something new each and every week. At last, I understand just how complex the sport is, how much strategy plays a part, right along with skill and cunning and Lady Luck.
And then, I attend my first race, the Bristol night race—called the hottest ticket in NASCAR. And have to inform my indulgent honey, who is endlessly amused at this new fascination (okay, obsession) of mine, "Um...you know how I said all this was just research for a book? Hate to break it to you, darlin', but...I'm pretty sure I'm still going to be following racing even after I finish writing."

Of course, during all this, I have friends and family who think I've lost my mind. Who can't imagine anyone less likely to be a fan and think I'll outgrow it. I also discovered—in all sorts of unexpected places—interesting people who just happen to be race fans. (One in four Americans is a NASCAR fan, and nearly half of those are women, just so you know.)

So here I am, one Christmas novella and one 2008 book later, now unveiling the first of two books in the 2009 series, with two more stories coming in 2010...who knew?!?! The three series all have connected stories and a continuing cast of characters. Black Flag, White Lies, my February release, is about Will Branch, one of the twin driver sons of Maeve Branch, heroine of Extreme Caution, my December 2008 release. And in 2010, I'll be doing the story of Will's twin Bart.

But for those of you who, like I did, think you don't give a hoot about NASCAR, well, hey, that's your choice, for sure. You might turn out, like me, to need to eat a little crow, should you decide to check into it—or you might not. Regardless, rest assured that these book are, first and foremost, romances, so even if you're not a race fan, you'll find the same qualities in these books as my others—powerful emotion and complex characters I hope you'll root for to find love in the end.

And for those of you who were NASCAR fans long before me, well, what can I say? I came late to the party—

But I'm here to stay!
Jean
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Jessica Andersen: OF MAYA MYTHS AND HOT MEN

As I talk to people about Dawnkeepers, one question that comes up repeatedly is one of inspiration, and how I came to take pieces of ancient Mayan mythology and bring them into a modern day paranormal romantic thriller. Given that I'm a scientist by training and have spent the last bunch of years writing medical romantic suspense, it might seem a little off-topic
for me to be writing about Maya mythology. But really it isn't. . . it goes back to being a little kid and visiting a big pyramid. This was back when Cancun was just starting to become Americanized. My parents and I stayed at small local hotels and took rattling bus tours to Mayan ruins across the Yucatan.

Ever since, I've been fascinated with the Maya. I can still close my eyes and feel the damp chill of the narrow stone stairway inside the great pyramid at Chichen Itza, or remember the squirrelly quiver at the pit of my stomach as I stood at the edge of the Cenote Sacrada. It's those images, those memories of history and grandeur and a deep sense of otherness, that came back to me, grabbed me by the throat and dragged me along for the ride then I stumbled over a reference to the endpoint of the ancient Mayan calendar, and how it aligns with scientific concerns about a stellar conjunction set to occur on that very day. . . December 21, 2012.

I mean, how cool is that?

So I started working on the concept for the Novels of the Final Prophecy. But the stories that I love to read and write aren't about a place, or a situation. . . they're about the people in those places and situations. In
Dawnkeepers, ex-lovers Nate and Alexis are forced to work together to recover seven lost Maya artifacts that are critical to the end-time war. In the process, they're forced to deal with their pasts and each other, and things heat up fast! But really, it all goes back to a rattling bus tour and a guide who'd never seen snow before (that really blew my kidlet brain).

. . and a bit of inspiration.

So tell me… what inspires you?

Jessica Andersen

The Daring, Adventurous Gail Barrett

I like to think of myself as a daring, adventurous person, someone who can travel to exotic places and stare down danger -- much like the heroines of my books. To be honest, though, I’m really not that brave. I’m more at home sitting with my dog in front of my computer than tramping through jungles or other primitive lands. And I never start a day without drinking my favorite coffee, taking a long, hot shower, and washing and drying my hair.
So you can imagine my family’s reaction when I announced that I was heading to Peru to research the second book of my Crusaders miniseries, To Protect a Princess. They were even more stunned to learn that I wasn’t taking a tour or sticking to the main tourist destinations. I was joining a group of medical missionaries and heading into the remote villages high in the Andes Mountains. Despite my family’s incredulity, I got my vaccinations and medication for altitude sickness, packed two-weeks’ worth of clothing and toilet paper into one small athletic bag (and yes, the travel hairdryer fit!), and off I went.

First, the negatives: As soon as we flew into our base town at 13,000 ft., I got altitude sickness, a case so bad my lips turned blue and my blood oxygen dropped to 71%. All the Diamox and coca tea in the world didn’t help. Unlike one of the doctors in our group, I escaped hospitalization (barely), but for the entire time I was in Peru, I staggered around, out of breath and suffering badly. I also got the dreaded Montezuma’s revenge (or whatever they call it in Peru), which kept me sidelined the day we visited Machu Picchu. In fact, I lost ten pounds on the trip. Add to that the cold, dribbling showers, freezing temperatures, brutal high-altitude sun, the joy of wearing the same clothes for days on end... Well, let’s just say this was not exactly Club Med.

The positives: Oh. My. God. Mud huts and alpacas. Sheer mountain drops and ancient ruins. Women wearing bowler hats, babies strapped to their backs with blankets, and multiple layers of skirts. Hundreds of types of potatoes. Pigs and sheep in the streets. Laughing children with those darling ruddy cheeks. Villages so remote the people didn’t even speak Spanish.

It was the trip of a lifetime. Not only did I get tons of realistic details for my story, but I met an amazing group of medical professionals who truly could be the heroes or heroines of my books.

And despite -- or maybe because of -- the hardships, I’d love to go back. I discovered that I like visiting off-beat places. I like stretching myself, yanking myself out of my comfort zone, seeing how people in other countries live. I like feeling that I’ve helped someone and done some good in the world. And maybe I’m not as adventurous and stalwart as my heroines are, but I like knowing that I can live simply for awhile -- even if I did cart a hairdryer through the Andes.

So what about you -- have you ever roughed it on a trip? Would you like to go on a trip like this, and if so, what would be the one thing you couldn’t do without? Where would you like to go?

If you’d like to see photos of my trip and learn more about To Protect a Princess, the book that launched this life-changing journey (out right now!), please visit my website.