Florida Fiction & Fantasy

Once upon a time in a galaxy far away, I lived in the land of the frozen tundra. Which is to say Detroit. Where the weak are killed and eaten. Where a twenty-six mile commute can take three hours to get to work and another three to get home. Where the entire month of February can pass without a single ray of sunshine. Where no palm tree has gone before or since.

On a particular day in April, 1992, my car was parked in the southbound expressway’s fast travel lane as I was two hours late for work. Again. A snowstorm had dumped twelve inches of snow overnight. Traffic moved not at all. Indeed, a co-worker who traveled the same commute actually turned off his car two lanes over and joined me to chat a while. Mostly we talked about how our plans for the afternoon were, well, snowed under.

What plans? Did I not mention this was opening day of baseball season?

I’d been offered a great new job in the Sunshine State a few weeks before. The decision making process was somewhat agonizing. Leave Michigan? Leave my job? My friends? My neighbors? These questions plagued me. Until.

Until my friend returned to his vehicle and I remained in the car alone and a song came on the radio and answered everything. You know the song. The Beach Boys. Places in the lyrics. Starts out, “Aruba, Jamaica, oooooh I wanna take ya…” Right?

Palm Tree

There were places in the world where the sun shines almost every day. Where a lanky boat bum named Travis McGee hangs out with Meyer. Where gin martinis flow like water and mysteries are settled with humor and dispatch. Where sand warmed beaches flow into warm salt water. Perpetual summer in the land of flowers was looking pretty good to me right about then.

So I decided. Right that second. To live in perpetual summer, write mysteries set in Florida, and if I wanted snow, why from that April onward, I could fly to it.

Of course, I took the job. Practicing law was something I loved then and still do. But I wrote Florida mysteries, too. I wrote about justice primarily. I was following that time-honored advice to write what I knew. And also because our justice system was more about the system and less about the justice, it seemed to me.  I wanted more justice, less system back then — and still do.

What followed, so far, are thirteen books including five novels in my Hunt for Justice Series, featuring Florida lawyers and judges working inside and outside the system for justice. Solving mysteries, providing a few thrills and quite a bit of suspense and humor along the way.

Oh – and the Florida Fantasy, too.

What is the Florida Fantasy? You know it, don’t you?

Judge Willa Carson lives not on a houseboat at Slip F-18 at Bahia Mar Marina, but her own island nonetheless. She drinks red wine, not gin, and eats gourmet food every day and never gets fat. She’s married to her prince, George Carson, who is every bit as agreeable and intelligent as Meyer. George never gets in the way but is always there when Willa needs him, complete with great coffee, love, and understanding (mostly). Beach bunnies are ever so much more trouble for Travis than Willa’s two adorable Labradors. Harry and Bess are boon companions who don’t chew the furniture or mess up the house. Willa hits a straight, long drive off the tee every time instead of winning at poker. And of course, she drives a vehicle much more attractive than Miss Agnes. Like Travis, Willa goes her own way and helps others find justice in an unjust world. She’s tall, too.

Willa Carson finds herself dispensing Due Justice, exposing Twisted Justice, uncovering Secret Justice, lamenting Wasted Justice, observing while Jenny Lane reveals Raw Justice and remains unaware of Mistaken Justice.

Jess Kimball handles Florida fantasy more realistically when she teams up with Governor Helen Sullivan in a pitched battle against a clever stalker bent on killing them both in Fatal Distraction. Jess Kimball, it turns out, can be a Fatal Enemy.

Willa Carson, Jenny Lane, and Jess Kimball never succumb to The Long Blue Goodbye or The Lonely Silver Rain or any colors between. No, tropical drinks and steel drum bands in the Sunshine State are more our speed.

What about you? What’s your Florida Fantasy?

Meanwhile —

Caffeinate and Carry On!

Diane Capri

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9 Responses to Florida Fiction & Fantasy

  1. Louise Behiel May 27, 2014 at 8:18 am #

    I always wondered how you got from Detroit to Florida, Diane. Thx for sharing the story. If US Immigrstion rules were different I’d consider joining you. Especially after this last winter. Of course I’d have to bring my grand babies too.

    • Diane Capri May 27, 2014 at 11:30 am #

      Your grand babies would love it here, Louise! Bring ’em along. (Just be careful not to let them wander near the gators. Those things can be mean!)

  2. Roseanne Nelson May 27, 2014 at 8:33 am #

    Well, as someone who still lives in the frozen tundra – truly, the Packer state!! – I am so thankful for that fateful day and your decision. I can’t imagine not stepping into Judge Willa Carson’s life now and then! And what about the search for Reacher?! Not all of us can or want to move to Florida – someone has to endure -20 below and 70 inches of snow – but we can be happy and thankful for those of you who did. So keep on writing and I’ll keep on reading!

    • Diane Capri May 27, 2014 at 11:32 am #

      Roseanne, thanks for asking about the Hunt for Reacher. I’m planning a blog about that soon. Meanwhile, hope the snow is melting even in Wisconsin now! Yikes!!

  3. Karin Tillotson May 27, 2014 at 8:37 am #

    We were in The Mitten two weeks ago for our granddaughter’s college graduation and there was still snow in the ditches. SNOW, not a dusting of… Wonder what TC looked like? I am thankful for books written about Florida so that I can escape the cold. Many thanks,

    • Diane Capri May 27, 2014 at 11:33 am #

      Two weeks ago, Karin? Seriously? Yikes!! Well, this week the temps in Traverse City are in the 70s, the Chamber of Commerce says. Want to buy some swamp land? How about a bridge? 😀

      • Karin Tillotson May 27, 2014 at 11:53 am #

        No thanks 🙂

  4. Lori R May 31, 2014 at 10:31 am #

    After this horrific winter in Detroit I talked about moving to Florida at least once a week but I couldn’t leave my job and family. At least it was great weather to stay indoors and read.

    • Diane June 1, 2014 at 9:07 am #

      Jobs and family are important. Sounds like you made the right decision. Glad to hear at least you got to enjoy some books!

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