Would any of you find the following the least bit peculiar, odd, interesting, coincidental?Following the release of my second book I decided to add a dimension to my advertising – I decided to take a western U.S. book tour by car. The trip ended in Dallas-Fort Worth, TX, a place where much of the story was centered. A few months later I decided to then take an eastern U.S. book tour, scheduling it to coincide with the Fall foliage color change. I first headed directly to the town in upstate New York where another good portion of the story took place, booking lodging at an old Victorian Bed and Breakfast, one that could have been the home where my main female protagonist would have stayed while she visited there. Okay, so nothing peculiar yet, right?! Or does something about the Victorian have something to do with what I’m about to tell you. Let me say, I still don’t know, although I can tell you that just as in my story, the Victorian B&B with its woodworking and collection of 19th century furniture could cause one’s mind to wonder about living in a bygone era.While I did promote my book and did happen to sell some copies, one of my other major goals was to check out some of the landmarks, some of the sites, that I included in the story. So, I found the old blacksmith’s shop which had survived at least three fires in the town’s history. When I found it, it was being used as a bridal shop. It had also been used as a car wash before that from the history I received from the bridal shop owner. The wood-beamed ceiling still had remnants of char from the fires. I also found the feeder canal that was used to transport goods to the Hudson River and up to Lake Champlain and the St. Lawrence Seaway. It no longer transported goods but there was now a hiking and bicycle- riding path running the length of it. I found the Living History Museum which accepted my offering of a copy of my book. It was the museum where my main character did her research and where she first met the person she had been meant for – that first meeting was very peculiar in itself. There were other things I saw, like the famous cave on the Hudson River where James Fenimore Cooper’s character, Hawkeye, had his secret hideaway; Fort William Henry, where the British surrendered to the French during the French and Indian War and where a massacre occurred when the Indian allies of the French attacked the defenseless Brits. But the odd event, the peculiar event, happened when I paid a visit to an old historic church – a church I described in my story that had an immense and wonderful amount of stained-glass incorporated into one of its multi-storied walls. In order to understand what I’m about to tell you, you need to know that the city of Dallas, TX has a professional hockey team by the name of the Stars. Well, in my story, Eryn, the main character, is taken out on a date, which also turned out to be a business meeting, and the meeting just so happens to take place at the Star’s stadium while the team was playing the New York Rangers. Don’t get confused now – the Star’s stadium is in Dallas, TX, not in New York! So, I’m in the church, having found an open door to get in. It’s empty save for the pipe-organ music pervading and echoing off the ornate vaulted ceiling and walls. I’m then approached by a middle-aged man (not from behind, so I wasn’t spooked) who introduces himself as an associate pastor. He asks who I am and my reason for visiting. Of course I explain that I was looking to see if this was the church I described in my book. He could not verify if it was or was not but went on to say that the organist was practicing for an event that would fill the church to capacity that afternoon. Seeing my interest, he went on to explain that a funeral was to be held for a long-time sports announcer that was born and grew up in in the town. The announcer, Dave Strader, had done the play-by-play for the Dallas Stars for many, many years. Now, I know I felt something shoot through me when he said that. I’m too far removed from the event to remember it exactly, but I’m sure I was thinking, “How can this be?” It was really surreal that on the same day I come to visit, to search for a church I describe in my book, I find that a long-time announcer for an NHL team I include in my book is to be honored and interred in that same very church! Lest you think I set this up, that I knew of this announcer beforehand, you’d be absolutely wrong. I had never ever heard of him before this time.So, it is now 2019, about one and a half years removed from that trip, but there is one more very odd thing that has occurred. I finished writing A Secret Lies Deep, the book I’m speaking about, in late 2016, and editing in early 2017, finally publishing it in April of 2017. Since I’m a hockey fan and watch my share of games on TV, I come to find out that the Dallas Stars now have a player by the name of Miro Heiskanen and he was drafted by them in July of 2017. “So what,” you might say. Read on. Now, I don’t pay attention to collegiate or minor-league players much, unless they play for the Chicago Blackhawks, and I had never heard of Mr. Heiskanen before the 2017-2018 NHL Hockey season, so it struck me that how could it be that this player who plays for the Dallas Stars, again the Dallas Stars, and again the team that my protagonist, Eryn Heiskanen, goes to see in A Secret Lies Deep, has the exact same surname that I gave to Eryn’s character when I first introduced her in my first novel back in 2014? PECULIAR? ODD? INTERESTING? COINCIDENTAL? Who knows! I just felt I had to share this.