As an official travel writer wannabe and sole author, editor, typesetter, coffee go-getter, and drink mixologist of this blog site, I had a dilemma when it came to creating an original name.
After being summarily rejected for every clever, clichéd, and catchy nom de plume, related to my desired genre that I could come up with–while my soon-to-be-out-of patience blog mentor was standing over me while I navigated the WordPress sign-up page–I began to grasp for titles that might somehow have a tenuous connection to my pretend professional life as a global adventure humor writer.
As I state in my “About” page, the sand dollar adventures theme somehow crept from the deep recesses of my muddled mind and on to the keyboard.
While for some real travel writers, having a name that seems to have no obvious connection to the world of travel does not seem to have done any permanent damage to their web popularity. (Exactly who goes around killing batteries, unless on some form of bizarre safari in the alkaline isle of Costco?)
On the other hand, most of the web search terms that come up in my blog stats have more to do with the sex life of sand dollars than the hilarious histrionics of my travelers tales. Oh well.
But maybe there was more in my subconscious that drew me to the sand dollar reference.
Did I realize what was really behind the simple symmetry of the lowly beach souvenir?
How about this connection:
Caine’s rear end manages to “pucker” at a suitably tense moment in the narrative. The money trail leads finally to Joe, Paul’s sleazebag lawyer, and his partner, the sultry Lorena Garcia, who has lured many a hapless soul into unrequited lust and patently unwise real estate investment. At the close, following a Rambo-esque feat of savage mayhem, John gets a spiffy new boat.
Well, apparently there has been a novel out there all this time with the promise of,
Sand Dollars: Hot Bodies, Cool Cash, and Cold-Blooded Murder… (John Caine Novels)
And all this time I have been limiting myself to the general genre of travel.
But then again, the storyline does include,
Run-ins with both gang members and the Mexican police stand in his way, but Caine finally finds the truth on a deserted Mexican beach.
“Deserted Mexican beach?” With all my stories of deserted Mexican beaches of Baja, could I have some sort of psychic connection to this John Caine guy?
Cue Twilight Zone intro ;fade to black…and CUT.