Behind the Scenes of the Madison Fox Series
Madison Fox in the Real World
I didn’t have more than a character idea: I knew I wanted a woman who could see souls. That was it.
Crunched for time but still desperately needing the creative outlet of writing, I was looking for ways to throw a story together quickly, so I stole from my own life. I didn’t use people, but I happily marched Madison through places I went daily.
This ended up being one of my favorite parts of the series—it’s all set in my backyard.
Shhh, don’t tell anyone. This is the undercover location of Illumination Studios, where Madison works. It looks an awful lot like the building where I was working at the time.
Home Sweet Home
Madison’s apartment was my apartment. Have you ever lived on the third floor? The people who rent you that apartment will tell you it’s only a pain on the days you move in and out. They’re wrong. Aside from not having someone tromping around on your ceiling, those two flights of stairs are a pain every time you bring home groceries. Or, say, sprain your ankle, as I did.
Fortunately, Madison hasn’t experienced the ankle problem, but she did lug a car-full of plants up to this apartment, for which I felt extreme sympathy for her.
If you’re Madison, and you’ve got something to prove, this construction site is a good place to start…or to make a fool of yourself.
Here’s a little-known fact: When I wrote the first draft of A Fistful of Evil seven or eight years before it was published, this housing development was just getting started (as it is in the novel). When I abandoned Madison for another project, the construction also stopped. It wasn’t until I returned to A Fistful of Evil and was getting the final edits wrapped up that development resumed here.
Some might say this was a coincidental connection due to the housing bubble that burst and the wee global recession that followed it. I say the development was waiting until Madison and I no longer needed it.
Believe what you will.
Love and Caring Veterinary Clinic
Mmm. Dr. Love. Mrowr. Ahem, I mean, yes, this actually is the location of my cat’s vet. The vets opted not to use a cutesy pun name and instead incorporated the nearest street into their name. (Boring.) Also, all the vets on staff are female, so unfortunately veterinarian Alex Love is a complete figment of my imagination. Lucky Madison…
It’s hard to believe, but there is no building eight stories tall in Roseville. We’re a low-to-the-ground city. The tallest building might reach six stories, but it’s on the west side of Roseville, outside of Madison’s territory. However, there is a hotel next to a greenbelt. Also, we’re too close to Sacramento to warrant hotels with convention centers, so this hotel has yet to host a gamer’s convention.
When I first moved to Roseville, I walked the same green belt trail as Madison (albeit without guns). The trail no longer exists, erased with the progress of the housing development, but years ago it was a beautiful and fun place to explore.
At least it was fun for me. Madison would no doubt disagree.
The novel wouldn’t be complete without Mr. Bond. If you read the copyrights page, you know Mr. Bond is a direct literary translation of my cat (though Mr. Bond is not my cat’s name).
When we found my Mr. Bond in a Dumpster, he was tiny and Siamese.
Then he grew up and darkened, proving he was a beautiful mutt, and possibly a descendant of a yet-undiscovered prehistoric mammoth house cat. He weighs more than the average two year old, and back when we lived in Madison’s apartment, my bookcases would shake against the walls when he ran down the hallway. Who knows what the downstairs neighbors thought was happening.
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Thus concludes our Roseville tour. See how shamelessly I stole from the world around me? I feel no remorse, either. Mwahahah!
Madison Fox Series Order
1. A Fistful of Evil
2. A Fistful of Fire
2.5 A Fistful of Flirtation
3. A Fistful of Frost
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