By day, I’m an archaeologist at the University of Illinois.
At night and on weekends, I morph into a mystery writer. My series is the Lisa
Donahue Archaeological Mysteries, and my protagonist is a lot like me. She’s a
museum curator trained in Classical and Near Eastern archaeology, she spent a
junior year in Israel, and she has a daughter, a cat, and a medical husband
(not necessarily in that order!).
So how does one go from archaeology to murder? I grew up in
a household full of moldering old paperback mysteries (mostly Golden Age
British novels), and my parents liked to read aloud to us from Sherlock Holmes
and the Hound of the Baskervilles and the like. Then I got a job in a dusty old
attic museum where broken windows allowed pigeons to fly in and out. While
working on an interdisciplinary mummy project, I realized that my workplace was
the perfect setting for murder.
Thus my first novel, “Bound for Eternity,” was born. In this
story, Lisa discovers that an Egyptian mummy holds the secrets to two murders
in her Boston Museum. (My old museum was moved from Illinois to Boston to
protect the innocent).
The prequel, “The Dead Sea Codex,” allowed Lisa to
revisit Israel, hook up with an old boyfriend, and crisscross the desert
looking for an ancient manuscript before Christian fanatics destroy it. Book 3
in the series, “The Fall of Augustus,” takes Lisa back to her museum at a time
when the staff is supposed to move enormous plaster statues of Roman emperors
and Greek gods down through an old elevator shaft. Sounds dangerous, right?
Some of my colleagues actually did this at Illinois without misadventure, but
naturally I changed the facts in my mystery so I could have the vicarious
thrill of killing off two museum directors.
Book 4, “The House of the Sphinx,” takes a new direction.
Lisa and her radiologist husband, James, take a delayed honeymoon in Egypt,
where they stumble upon a plot to infect Western tourists with smallpox. I like
to say that this plot (instead of another archaeological caper) is my husband’s
fault, and that he’s a ghoul. Actually, Charlie’s a retired pathologist, and a
great source of information on all things medical. He used to work for the
Centers for Disease Control, and pointed me to their website. There I found a
public, fully detailed plan for dealing with a modern smallpox epidemic. Scary
stuff. While I Googled bioweapons and tried to figure out how to weaponize
smallpox virus, the thought did cross my mind that someone out there might be
watching my Internet use…fortunately, no one showed up on my doorstep.
Many of us mine our day jobs to write stories. How do you connect your day job with mystery writing or reading?