John Camp drummed his fingers on the long wooden table behind his writing desk. He was 200 words shy of finishing his next thriller -- No. 28 -- and sending glances toward the Mac where he taps them out.
"By midnight tonight, I plan to hit the send key, so my editor gets it first thing in the morning," he said, with a seasoned journalist's dedication to deadline.
To look around the room, you wouldn't think that the author of the popular, gritty "Prey" series (written under his pen name, John Sandford) did most of his work here. It's a beautifully restored library, taken from an old mansion and re-created in a cabin attached to Camp's home on the St. Croix River, a 25-minute drive from St. Paul. The walls are lined with an impressive collection of art, history and archaeology books. A photo of the artist Piet Mondrian hangs to the right of his work space, a Cartier-Bresson in the adjacent hall.
Then, there's the snapshot of three hunters standing over a huge slain moose in the snow, tacked up carelessly above his Mac. OK, that's more like it.
Camp, newspaper reporter and columnist turned bestselling novelist, is a master of storytelling that's as full of character as it is cursing, killing and mayhem. His other passions range from art and photography to golf and hunting. He funds a $150,000-a-year archaeological dig in Israel. A former military man, he also recently reported on Iraq for Parade magazine.
In "Wicked Prey," 19th book of the series, Camp meshes three plots against the chaotic backdrop of the Republican National Convention in St. Paul, with his heroic, flawed main character, Minnesota BCA agent Lucas Davenport, in the thick of them all. At 65, Camp still puts out two books a year, one for the "Prey" series in the spring, and one featuring Davenport-in-training Virgil Flowers, a slouchy young detective obsessed with music, in the fall.
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"I'm somewhat depressive," Camp said matter-of-factly. Still, he keeps a strict regimen of writing 1,000 words a day, usually at night.