The Adventure of Writing a Book, #2

Four weeks ago, I promised to take you with me as I research my next book, a cross-country thriller. Within days of my departure, I discovered that my blog would have to wait until I returned.  Here’s why:

My husband and I traveled over 6,000 miles in three weeks. Gene cannot drive because he has neuropathy of the legs and feet, so I was the sole driver.  It worked out well because I like to drive and he became the navigator sitting beside me, talking to Siri, consulting with maps and our printed Mapquest instructions. I couldn’t have done it without him and we had a lot of laughs as he steered me in a winding route from here to Bozeman, Montana and back home to North Carolina.

Writing my blog from the road was further complicated as we traveled through remote areas where internet connections were scarce. For the above reasons, I now belatedly begin “The Adventure of Writing a Book”.

The journey has been awesome thus far. On the first leg, Gene and I traveled from Ocean Isle Beach NC to Princeton NJ where the novel begins.

Princeton is a historic town, home of Princeton University with its stately spires and old stone and brick buildings. There are lots of trees and beautiful walkways and quiet streets with stately old homes. Princeton is where Laura lives and where she discovers that her husband is involved in something bad for their marriage and hugely detrimental to his political aspirations. He is a powerful man, connected to law enforcement and with a stellar career as the state’s Attorney General. He dreams of becoming the Governor and perhaps even the President of the United States.  

When she confronts him, he says, “If you say anything, I can make you disappear” and Laura knows he can.

Laura must escape, but first she needs to see her 15-year-old son who is in a boarding school in Connecticut. She drives from Princeton to Hartford, Connecticut, travelling up the Garden State Parkway, over the Tappan Zee Bridge and north to Hartford.

Gene and I followed Laura’s route. The Tappan Zee was beautiful with its long, curved structure and green hills lining the Hudson River. The Merit Parkway was a hilly up and down ride with many stone bridges, again lined with threes and grassy embankments.

Imagine a terrified woman who wants to see her son one more time. As she drives, she doesn’t see the beauty around her; she just feels panic and horror.

Stay tuned for the next installment of “The Adventure of Writing a Book”.

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