I met Midas, my character from The Buried, in real life!

Now if you have read The Buried, you’ll know who Midas is. But let me tell you, there is a real-life Midas look-alike. He’s not homeless, nor does he hold any secrets from Kalgoorlie.

He does, however, look exactly as I imagined Midas…

 
Fleur stands smiling, holding up a copy of The Buried. Next to a her, a man has his arm around her. He has long grey dreadlocks and a lock grey beard. He's dressed all in khaki and throwing a thumbs up with a big smile.
 

As I started to read the first chapter aloud to everyone, I got to the part where I’d written about Midas’s dreadlocks and dirty hair, and I wondered (very briefly) if I should skip the description because ‘Midas’ was actually sitting in the audience and I was worried about how I would make him feel.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t really, could I?! Because you all will read it in time!

Anyhow, as I finished reading, Midas put his hand up and said for all to hear, ‘If there’s a movie, can I play Midas?!’

And I think, you’ll agree, he’s a very good Midas!

An incredible waterfall nestled in the bush

I have seen some amazing country over the past couple of weeks - from that beautiful red dirt that I love to these stunning waterfalls, which I also love. I’ve decided I just love everything about the Australian bush. Take me anywhere, and I’ll love it.

 
A collection of screws, nails and bolts. Sitting together in greasy company. Saved from tyres.
 

What I don’t love is the things that our tyres pick up on the road. I’d been struggling with my tyre pressure because of all the weight in the back of the ute (I’m carrying lots of books!), and sometimes the front steering was a bit light - I fixed that by upping the tyre pressure. Then the front was swaying side to side - I fixed that by pumping up the tyre pressure and upping the air in the airbags. All was good. Then as I left Campbelltown Library, I noticed one back tyre was looking a bit ‘doughy’ (not quite flat, but maybe on its way down) and then I thought maybe it was the way it was parked.

As soon as I got on the road, I knew it wasn’t the car the ute was parked. It was the tyre… I carry a small portable air compressor with me (that’s a hangover from all the outback travel I do), so I pumped it up last night and then checked the pressure in it this morning. It had gone down by 15psi.

Dammit, I had to find a tyre place to plug my tyre.

 
A young mechanic smiles big next to a big tyre in a workshop.
 

Ben from Tyres Plus happily helped me out, and I found out his partner was a true crime fanatic, just like Cassie from The Buried, so I thought it only right that he should take Ricky-Lee a copy of The Buried home!

Thanks, Ben. You’re a legend. Saved me having to change the tyre!


 

Catch up with me on tour:

Monday 9th

Tuesday 10th

Wednesday 11th

Thursday 12th

Friday 13th

Saturday 14th

Monday 16th

Wednesday 18th

Saturday 21st

 
Fleur McDonald

Bestselling crime author and one of Australia’s leading rural literature authors. Having sold over 1,00,000 copies of her books, she has solidified her position as one of the country’s favourite storytellers.

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