Acknowledgments: First, I want to thank the almighty God. "Yours, O Lord, is the greatness, The power and the glory, The victory and the majesty; For all that is in heaven and in earth is Yours; Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and You are exalted as head over all. Both riches and honor come from You, And You reign over all. In Your hand is power and might; In Your hand it is to make great And to give strength to all. Now therefore, my God, I thank You and praise Your glorious name." I Chronicles 29.11-13 NKJV
Thanks to Lenny Navarro for allowing me to use the above doctor’s office at Stanford Hospital and his advice on drugs, to Jennifer Sudano for her advice on police works, to Dr. Sheila Braden—you are a great help in developing the stature of my handsome character—Dr. Robert Jacobsen, to Cindy Navarro—for her nursing expertise and fashion trends advice, to Jeff Schefsky—for lending me his blue eyes resulting in a beautiful artwork, to Andy Ho—for manipulating Jeff’s blue eyes into a piece of art, you are the “master” of Photoshop. I also wanted to thank Monica Durling, Dr. Mary Trebosky, Bob Noonan, John Lally, Sally Copeland, Rick Francis, Drewkai Butler, Ewa Kasprzak and all my friends and family who have given me support and believed in my work.
My special thanks to Nancy Johanson. You have been my editor, my adviser, and at times, my researcher. Your continual support and guidance are invaluable.
Background Information: COLD EYES
(Pictured at the left is Stanford’s Hoover Tower.)
There I was. I sat here on several weekends, gathering inspiration to write about my stunning character, Dr. Bob Jacobsen.
Again, I wrote Cold Eyes with a motion picture in mind.... And Stanford is a magnificent place for it.
On the many weekends I’ve sat on my favorite spot, I had come to realized that Stanford is not only an awesome school. It is a tourist spot, a haven for photographers, and of course, for writers. On those weekends, I have seen countless pictorial sessions, may it be for wedding, engagement photo, even models.
Enjoy some of the photos I have taken. See the endless rows of stately pillars; the Romanesque architectural design mixed with Mission Revival; the sandstone buildings, roofed with red clay tiles, connected by arches and long arcades.... I just couldn’t get enough of this incredible place.
It was sometime in 2000, just few months on my maternity blues, I longed for fresh air. I packed my camera and with my husband beside me, we went for a ride. We left our house in Santa Clara, headed down Highway 17 leading to the beautiful and sandy beach of Santa Cruz. Our first stop, The Natural bridges--which brought back memories. This was the place where he got down on his knees and popped the big question.
After a brief stop, we went further and drove down Highway 1. This was WHEN and HOW I discovered Davenport. We stopped by a lookout point just across a Mexican cantina (sound familiar? If not, you need to read the book). Boy, what an awesome view! The cliffs and bluffs above the Pacific, the walls of huge rocks... I was breathless.
Our next stop was even more gorgeous. As we stood by the cliff edge, we saw rock towers, mysterious caves, waterfalls, sand... we had to get closer... to feel it and touch it.
The loud crashing of the wave against the sedentary rocks gave me goose bumps. I couldn’t describe that feeling, it was breathtaking, romantic, but at the same time ominous. But one thing it did for sure... It fired my imagination.
This was on a different day in a different lookout point with my photographer John Sanchez. We hiked down the steep-drop edge. Going down, there were partial fence to hold on to and a bench somewhere in the middle of the cliff--perhaps to prevent hikers from suffering heart attack. It was an exhausting hike, something I would not recommend for those with a bad heart. Unlike Panther beach, though, the water here was calm, the surrounding peaceful. If you are a nature lover like me, this is the place to be. Glorious!
I don’t know how I got here wearing a big skirt and carrying a bouquet of flowers.