Another Round

 

Today marks a milestone in my writing journey. It is Publication Day for The Firefall, the third book in my Johnson and Nance series. As with the first two books, I’m over the moon. For much of my writing life, I wondered if I’d ever have a book published. And today, number three drops.

                The happy coincidence of my regular blog rotation occurring on publication day got me wondering about what I might write to mark the event. I knew what I wanted to say-- Buy my book! Buy my book! --but in a subtle, more indirect way.

                When responding to a short story call, I sometimes type the key words into my search engine and follow random threads. I’ll search for these internet Easter eggs until I land on something that strikes my fancy.

                I tried it. I entered “new book thoughts” into my computer. The search engine processed the request. She knew that I was searching for books on “new thought.” I got long lists of books about positive thinking and envisioning success. I promptly exited. I was positive—I’d had a good day. And I was positive I didn’t want to talk about other people’s books. I wanted to talk about mine.

                Typing in the words, “starting a new book,” led me to YouTube videos about writing books, ads for publishing houses happy to make my book a reality for a small fee, and writer’s software packages to make novel-writing a veritable breeze, complete with a sliding bar to chart my incredible progress.

                Finally, I entered “advice for writing a book.” Various websites broke the mysterious process of novel creation into manageable steps. The number of bite-sized steps varied wildly. One expert chose seven, another twenty-three, and a third settled on thirty-one. The secret sauce for writing, I determined, lay buried in some obscure prime number. That whole search had a Dan Brownesque feel to it. I abandoned it in three steps: point cursor, click, exit.

                I gave up. My reliable technique for shorts failed me. I began to wonder if I’d have anything to say. (Readers may be wondering too at this point.) Fear crept in.

                The Nigerian American writer Uzodinma Iweala said that, “Anybody who tells you they’re not scared when starting a new book project is a very good liar.”

                Perhaps that’s what best describes my emotion today. I have a giant, joyous, celebratory fear. I worry that people may not like The Firefall. I worry that the publisher may lose interest. If they ask for more, I worry that I won’t be able to find something to say. And I love having a book out there in the world that generates all these worries.  

                To combat the fear, I’ve taken the advice of Terry Pratchett. My sons and Rob Lopresti both nudged me to read some of his Discworld books. Pratchett once said that the only writing superstition he had was that he “must start a new book on the same day that I finish the last one, even if it’s just a few notes in a file. I dread not having work in progress.”

                And so, I do. The best way to combat the fears that creep into a void is to avoid the void. I’ll spend a little time today typing on the next book in the series.

                I also take heart from something I read in the foreword to Of Mice and Men. In his journal, Steinbeck wrote:

                “It is strange how this goes on. The struggle to get started. Terrible. It always happens…I am afraid. Among other things I feel that I have put some things over. That the little success of mine is cheating.”

                If a Nobel Laureate can be plagued by bouts of self-doubt, I think it’s okay for the rest of us too. I’ll type something, just to prove I can.  

                And celebrate The Firefall. I’ll spend a little time doing that too.

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                It’s been a good month for writing. Besides the novel, my short story, "Masterpiece," is a finalist for a Derringer Award. That’s an excuse for another round.

 

                Until next time.

The New Maigret

 I just finished reading a popular book on the new physics, The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli, which informed me that, thanks to quantum, we can now be confident that time is an illusion, that there is definitely no present, that past and future are almost as problematical, and that the world appears to us as it does solely thanks to our ignorance of most matters big and small. As Heraclitus wrote millenniums ago, change is the only reality.

I can get on board with that as fortunately the entertainment business is fond of producing unsurprising changes and gentle evolutions. Partly this must be due to another idea from quantum theory: the gradual disintegration of everything thanks to entropy, that is to the loss of heat in one form or another to cooler things and colder places.

So perhaps it is inevitable that a successful idea in the mystery business is gradually copied and sequeled (if that's not a word it should be) and sometimes even synthesized via new writers until it gradually fades away in a total loss of energy. 

Benjamin wainwright/Stefani Martini

Other times, it is the character alone who survives to be updated, modernized, made younger, older, more genial, more accessible, Sherlock Holmes being the classic example. Now another old and popular detective is once again enjoying the attentions of modernization: Chief Inspector Maigret.

He's already had a long run in print with Simenon's many procedurals.According to Wikipedia, he has been honored with no less than 75 audio books, some fifteen movies, and almost innumerable television programs (one series alone ran to 88 episodes!) in many languages. 

Now comes the new Maigret of 2025. Gone is the slightly seedy Paris of the Michael Gabon ITV version of the early 1990s, the one I remember. This was the post war Paris and Maigret was likely in his 50s, old enough so that Madame Maigret is already dreaming of a cottage in the country and her husband's retirement. Maigret was robust in every way, a confident man at the peak of his abilities, blessed with a superb memory for the low life of Paris and their various specialities.

He had an old and trusted corps of detectives (all male naturally) and if his stiff-necked examining magistrate was not always satisfied, Maigret regarded official complaints with considerable insouciance. Unusually for a literary detective, he was happy with Madame Maigret who turned out long and delicious lunches while always looking tres chic.

Kindly but with a strong moral sense, this older Maigret was very much of his time and place and comfortable with both. He relied on the oldest of detective skills, precise observation, sensitive questioning, and careful listening, which together formed his usually sound intuition.

That was the Maigret of the 40s and 50s as captured in the 1990s. This new, young, contemporary Maigret (Benjamin Wainwright) is in a shiny modern Paris, and comes complete with the last word in forensics and surveillance. He has a rather droll young techie (James Northcote) who can examine dirt on a shoe, spot a rare fern spore, and point Maigret toward the locale of the next bank heist. 

The rest of his team is an integrated mix of able, and often technically astute, young men and women, that is both nice and appropriate. But among them, Maigret's methods necessarily involve more reliance on CCTV footage, forensics, and phone surveillance, while his considerable knowledge of the city's underbelly seems implausibly complete for the length of his career.

 As for the detective, himself, gravitas is out and eccentricity and personal angst is in. Gone is the older detective's handsome suit, topcoat, and fedora. Now our detective appears wedded to a topcoat made out of plaid pajama material, and burdens us with his recurring dreams.

The brave and charming Madame Maigret has also been updated. She is now a psychiatric nurse who often deserts the kitchen for take out. The Maigrets remain a happy couple but, with our modern taste for personal anxiety in our sleuths, they are dealing with infertility, burdened with nasty hormone treatments and uncertain hopes.

The results of this tinkering are not necessarily bad. The Simenon plots are well constructed, the characters good, and the acting is the usual Masterpiece high level. Someone coming to the new series without any prior acquaintance with the Parisian detective will find it diverting. This is a well done contemporary series, very like any number of other well made, well performed procedurals. 

What it does not have is the individuality and flavor of earlier versions. It has been homogenized. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, I found the last of the series, Maigret Goes Home, the most effective, being the least reliant on up-dated techniques and the most reliant on Maigret's knowledge of human nature.

Shanigua Okwok

The new Maigret series is entertaining, but while retaining the plots, it has lost much of  the detective.

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The Falling Men, a novel with strong mystery elements, has been issued as an ebook on Amazon Kindle. Also on kindle: The Complete Madame Selina Stories.

The Man Who Met the Elf Queen, with two other fanciful short stories and 4 illustrations, is available from Apple Books at:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-man-who-met-the-elf-queen/id1072859654

The Dictator's Double, 3 short mysteries and 4 illustrations is available at: 

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-dictators-double/id1607321864

 

Identical twins: Can DNA distinguish which twin dunnit?

The real life murder trial of 33-year-old brothers, Jérémy and Samuel Youmbi in France has revived the age old dilemma: which twin pulled the trigger? After reviewing the DNA on the assault rifle used to commit the double murder, one investigator is quoted as saying, "Only their mother can tell them apart." 

In response to this trial, Nature recently published an article on scientific advances to help distinguish the DNA of identical twins when both are accused of the same crime. Rarely does Nature extend a helping hand to crime writers in such a specific way, so of course, I'm thrilled to summarize it. 

I understand that people may yawn at the mere mention of DNA but this is eye opening rather than yawn worthy. Perhaps the lede of the DNA story will interest you; being born with the same DNA doesn't mean it stays the same because life changes us. This is true for characters in novels and also for DNA. In a novel we call it a character arch, in DNA we call it mutations or methylation. 

Identical twins have the same DNA because they come from a single egg splitting in two after being fertilized by a single sperm.

Forensic scientists typically attempt to identify the person DNA belongs to using a technique that essentially samples parts of the DNA, concentrating on certain areas that distinguish people easily. This is called short tandem repeat (STR) analysis, using the polymerase chain reaction (PCR) method to amplify up to 30 specific regions of the genome that have a lot of genetic variation. Normally, this easily differentiates one person from another but identical twins are born with the same DNA in these regions. 

With twins, analyzing the entirety of a person’s genome allows scientists to identify differences caused by mutations that occurred after an egg split. The problem is that these mutations are rare, random and also require finding enough DNA to do this analysis. 

Another option is sequencing DNA found in the mitochondria, the powerhouses of cells. Mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA) mutates more often, meaning it is more likely to differ between twins.

A final and promising option is where life really changes DNA: methyl groups. These are the basis of the often discussed ‘epigenetic’ changes caused by factors including a person’s behaviours — such as their diet and drinking or smoking habits — and their environment. These changes add methyl groups to DNA, a process called methylation, which can change how genes work. 

These techniques  require more research to bring them into court as a reliable way to distinguish between identical twins. However, their promise lies in the fascinating fact that the DNA we're born with changes over the course of our lives. 

Supercomputers, Mongols, and Carbing Up: April 11 Isn't Boring at All

Brace yourselves, folks. Today– April 11^th– is no ordinary day. It's an extraordinarily ordinary day. In 2010, a team of Cambridge scientists aimed cutting-edge technology at history and declared…

The Most Boring Day in History

That's right. The Cambridge team, being a Cambridge team, had a supercomputer and a powerful analysis program called True Knowledge. The team fed 300 million historical facts with date references into True Knowledge and asked a question that has haunted humankind since we invented campfires: What day wound up as the most boring in history?

The supercomputer had an answer: April 11, 1954.

On that date, nothing happened, not really. Not many notable people were born, and not many died. No scandals of note, no major battles, no geopolitical flare-ups. No financial drama, either. It was Sunday, so the traders stayed home. 

What did happen? The Belgians had an election. The algorithm was unimpressed. Probably the Belgians weren't, either.

Which all raises a compound irony. For starters, that Cambridge lab couldn't have been a thrill-a-minute either if they had spare time enough to compare the relative boringness of history's doldrums. Second, the team stumbled into the classic Observer Effect. Scientifically crowning April 11, 1954 as the slowest day in history makes the day no longer boring at all. It's famous now. If anything, April 11, 1954 managed an incredible achievement.

April 11: The Mayhem Edition

Admittedly, other April 11s left more of a direct mark. Take 1241, for instance. Batu Khan, the grandson of Genghis, defeated the Hungarians at Mohi. The kingdom was there for the taking. Panic spread through Europe. 

Or there was 1512. On April 11, 1512, the French and Ferrarese defeated Holy League forces at Ravenna. The victory was costly, though. The French lost their rising star general and promptly abandoned the campaign. That left the Duke of Ferrara to wrangle with the papal forces– not so successfully. A decade later, Alfonso had switched to Team Holy League. These days, April 11 is surely a sore point on all sides of the Ferrarese duchy divide. 

But April 11 is so much more than science and battles. Why, today is…

National Cheese Fondue Day

God bless the Swiss. First, the humble Swiss farmers gave us fondue as we know it (though we know fondue's invention didn't happen on April 11– see above scientific analysis), which Big Gruyère seized on in the 1930s to promote as a national dish. 

And with good reason. Traditional cheese fondue is pure, high-caloric goodness: heaps of cheese, wine, bread. Jazz it up however it tickles your fancy. There are no rites or rituals--yet--for Cheese Fondue Day, just your imagination, adjustable pants, and your friend Craig whom you pretend doesn't double-dip. 

But save plenty of room, because April 11 is also…

National Poutine Day

You may just want to mark April 11 as an automatic diet Cheat Day. Yes, today also celebrates Quebec's famed dish and ultimate comfort experience. Pommes frites, brown gravy, and cheese curds--all slopped on top of each other. Say no more, and thank you, Canadian friends.

In honor of those brave Canadian greasy spoon chefs, don't let today pass without gathering together and tucking into a celebratory pile. And if you run out of conversation topics, now you have the Ferrarese and Batu Khan.

Or, in the true spirit of April 11, maybe just sit and look around and take in the sweet, momentous unimportance.

Have a great April 11, or as it might also be called…

Bob Needed a Blog Day

Richard Estes and the Art of Seeing

I’m delighted Derringer award-nominee, Tom Milani, is joining us today to talk about how Richard Estes' paintings inspired him to look at his characters in a different way—a technique he applies both to his novels and short fiction. Here’s more from Tom:

Richard Estes and the Art of Seeing

by Tom Milani

In the late 1970s I was a student at George Mason University in Northern Virginia. The main campus had five buildings, one of which was the Fenwick Library. The library had a mezzanine that housed art shows.

My first year there, I wandered into an exhibit featuring silkscreen prints by Richard Estes. The one that struck me first—and stuck with me the longest—was of a bus windshield. Initially, I couldn’t believe it wasn’t a photograph. But later, I marveled at the reflections, which seemed to reveal a once-hidden reality to me. Estes’s work would go on to play a role in my fiction. More on that later.

Before I saw those prints, my conception of a city’s appearance was at a remove: cities had skylines, unique to be sure, but two-dimensional from a distance. After seeing the Estes prints, I began looking for the reflections he painted. Glass-front buildings I once might have dismissed as having no character now were literal mirrors for their surroundings. Imagine looking through a microscope at a few drops of pond water for the first time and viewing the hidden life there. In a way, that’s what I was seeing.

Estes works from multiple photographs as references when he paints. The result is a perspective that can’t be actually seen from one location but is somehow nonetheless “real” in the sense that every building and reflection exists.

In the 1990s, when I was in Ann Arbor for work, I visited the original Borders bookstore, something of a paradise for my English major soul. There, I found Photo-Realism by Louis K. Meisel, a 500-plus-page book featuring thirteen photorealist painters and another fifteen photorealism-related artists. I think the book cost $65, something out of my reach at the time. When I was on the phone with my mom and she asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I mentioned the book, reluctantly mentioning the price. She sent me $100 because that’s what moms do for their lonely sons.

I pored over the text and reproductions of each artist’s works, never less than awed by the technical ability displayed. Even though his art wasn’t the most photorealistic of the group, Estes still stood out to me, for he’d been the one who changed the way I see.

A few years later, newly single and living in a condo furnished with lawn chairs, I went to the frame shop in the local strip mall to buy some art for my bedroom wall. Leafing through catalogs (pre-Internet), I found a poster for the Estes painting Telephone Booths, in the H. H. Thyssen-Bornemisza Collection. The guys who worked in the shop seemed to think it was cool, which meant something, and hanging it on my wall was a stamp of my personality on the place.

Last year, Places That Are Gone, my debut novel, came out. (It’s currently out of print but in the process of being reissued by a new publisher.) Bennett Wilder, my protagonist, also liked Richard Estes: 

In the bedroom he’d hung a reproduction of a Richard Estes painting of a bus windshield, the surrounding buildings reflected in it like a funhouse mirror. The city scene was devoid of people and impossibly clean. He liked to imagine himself in that streetscape, bathed in its pure light.

Bennett’s feelings represent a kind of Platonic ideal of what he thinks his life could be, despite all evidence to the contrary. Shelley, his wife, views the print very differently: “The painting seemed so cold to her, a world without emotion or any kind of humanity, despite the urban scene.” The collision of their diametric world views will prove catastrophic by the book’s end.

A few years ago, we bought an Estes silkscreen featuring a car hood and windshield in the foreground, reflections of the surrounding buildings spilling across the surfaces like melted wax. It sits above a corner of my desk, and when I stare at it, I’m reminded to look anew at the world and the characters I’m writing about.

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Tom Milani’s short fiction has appeared online and in several anthologies, including In Too Deep: Crime Fiction Inspired by the Music of Genesis and Sleuths Just Wanna Have Fun: Private Eyes in the Materialistic Eighties. Derringer finalist “Barracuda Backfire” was published in 2024 as Book 4 of Michael Bracken’s Chop Shop series of novellas. “Barstow,” originally published in Mickey Finn: 21st Century Noir volume 5, was named an honorable mention in The Best American Mystery and Suspense 2025. “No Road Back,” which originally appeared in Black Cat Weekly, was selected for The Best Mystery Stories of the Year 2026. His first novel, Places That Are Gone, was published in May 2025.

You can find Tom’s Derringer award-nominated story, “A Sign of the Times,” in Sleuths Just Wanna Have Fun: Private Eyes in the Materialistic Eighties.

 

Repost: Three Tips For Organizing Your Novel Writing

I'm on vacation this week and still at work on the second part of my multi-part series, "The Ever-Shifting Face of Plagiarism. So (with my wife's consent) I am reposting a helpful organizational post we co-authored a few years back.

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For today's blog entry, I am pleased to be joined by my better half, Robyn Thornton–a seasoned professional at the practice of time-management.

In one of my previous blog posts, I mentioned how incredibly organized my wife Robyn is, and how she has helped me to organize my own writing projects. In the Comments section of that post, my blogging partner Eve Fisher asked whether Robyn was willing to work with other writers.

Well, I asked Robyn whether she'd be willing to team with me on this post and pass along some organizational tips to our readers (BOTH of them!). And because she's the best, she agreed.

And so here we are!

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Everyone has struggled to set goals and stay on track toward them. Momentum is a dicey proposition. Once lost it can be hell to get back.

This is especially true of writing in general and fiction in particular.

One way to ensure your progress doesn't flag is to conceptualize your writing project holistically, get the idea down on paper, and then "chunk it out," as Robyn says: break it down into manageable component parts, progress toward which is easily tracked, depending which system you choose to use to do the tracking.

Below are three tips to help you better organize your writing project:

ONE: Whether you're a pantser or a planner, set daily and weekly goals for yourself. Whether it's word count, page count, chapter count, number of Roman numerals/bullet points in your outline, number of character analyses completed, etc. It's important that these goals are realistic and attainable.

TWO: Once you've set your goals, WRITE THEM DOWN. This is one way to help solidify them in your thoughts, and get you to commit to them in a conscious and intentional manner.

There are as many ways to chart your progress as there are writers doing the charting. The whole point of the maneuver though is to have a process which allows you to chart your progress through your project, and show measurable results as you go.

While there are many organizational formats out there, we're going to focus on one called a Kanban Board. Kanban has an interesting backstory: originally developed by engineers at Toyota in the late 1940s, it was inspired by how groceries order stock. Its highly visual style and easy-use communication made it incredibly effective for managing projects.

An example of a Kanban Board

In the decades since its use has grown outside of the auto industry, Kanban boards are industry standard project management and team delegation throughout the corporate world, especially in America.

Another example of a Kanban board.

Robyn helped me make up my first Kanban board this summer for a writing project which has since wrapped. As if the simple, clean, easy-to understand visual style weren't enough of an incentive to try out a Kanban board, I have to say, it's inexpensive to boot!

While there are plenty of electronic versions out there, the physical ones only require a piece of posterboard, markers, and post-it notes.

That's it.

The resulting organizational system is so intuitive it's like Eli Whitney's cotton gin: once someone came up with it, it was ridiculously easy to replicate!

Which leads us to our final point:

THREE: Now that you've given yourself the tools to help you both chart and stay your course, don't beat yourself up if you miss a day here or there. The beauty of the Kanban board is that you can be agile and creative in moving around the sticky notes representing your goals, ideas, etc., and therefore it's simple thing to regroup, reassess, and reprioritize.

It's also incredibly rewarding to move a sticky note into the "DONE" column, and be able to take momentary stock of how far you've come, and what is left before you. At times I've found it outright inspiring.

And that's it for this installment! Thanks Honey! That was fun! And for my loyal readers (BOTH of you) I'll be back in my regular slot in a couple of weeks!

Arctic Noir

Landscape is character.  I had a new subscriber to my Substack column tell me one of the things he really liked about my Cold War spy novel Black Traffic was the evocation of Berlin, which took him back to the time when he was a kid, growing up in the city.  I was very flattered.  I certainly wanted Berlin to be an active presence, not just a backdrop.  I think this is true of the bounty hunter stories, too, the physicality of the country, between the desert and the sown, and the people taking on the character of the unforgiving terrain. 

I’ve been watching some foreign-language policiers on the cable channel MHz.  They carry a wide selection, but the quality isn’t consistent.  You wind up kissing a lot of frogs, on your way to finding a prince.  Tatort, the German show, is reliable.  Here are three more.

Arctic Circle is Finnish, specifically Lapland.  I like the lead actress a lot; the tropes, less so.  She’s chosen to work in her hometown, her mom has cancer, her daughter has Down syndrome, her sister’s a hot mess who makes bad choices in men, and so forth – there’s a little too much of this.  The plot, in the first season, involves Russian girls in the sex trade, trafficked by the mob in Murmansk, but crossing the border into Finland, and carrying an infectious virus that mimics Ebola, which piggy-backs on herpes simplex, possibly the rogue mutation of an old Nazi germ warfare program come back to life, reinvigorated by an unscrupulous pharmaceutical baron.  Whew.  And that ain’t the half of it.  What the show has, in spades, is location.  You’re way up North, maybe 70 degrees latitude, above the Arctic Circle (natch), and it’s winter, with only a couple of hours of daylight, and everything’s snowed in.  It would appear the Finns do a lot of drinking.  Oh, and it’s less than twenty miles from the Russian border, so you’ve got drugs and so forth, coming in from the Kola Peninsula.  The whole atmosphere is bracingly chilly.

Next up, we have Freezing Embrace, also from Finland, but down south, near Helsinki.  This is a more conventional cop shop series, but again, everybody’s squeaking around on packed snow, and boy, they sure do feature pulling a cork.  I don’t know whether this is a recommendation for booze tourism, or what.  Unhappily, the show jumped the shark in Episode 5, or thereabouts, and didn’t quite recover.  The cast is really good, though.  And the same thing, about the environs.  There’s something about being iced in.

The show I liked the best of my recent explorations, though, was Piste Noire.  French, as you might imagine.  On the border with Switzerland, in ski country.  The pistes, in fact, are in both France and Switzerland, the area called the Portes du Soleil, with lifts and gondolas taking you up to crests where you can ski down into the next-door country.  Snow, snowy mountain roads, and snow-covered forests.  Blindingly picturesque.  Some similarly aggravating tropes.  The heroine, yet again, gets pulled back to her hometown, and into family drama, an old flame the murder suspect, yadda-yadda.  The local cop a dry drunk, grumpy, morally compromised, chain-smoker – you get tired of the same-old, and the dynamics.  The two leads, as the odd-couple cops, are actually quite endearing, though, and they save it.  And there’s a very good meet-cute, early on, when the out-of-town cop falls for a local environmental activist, if not the big reveal you might think - lesbians, quel horreur – but very sweet.  There’s not that much of a mystery, in all honesty; it’s telegraphed early on.  What kept me watching was the cast, genuinely charming, and all those aerial shots of the snowy woods. 

So there it is.  It might seem odd, or superficial, to be drawn in by the locations, beautiful or forbidding or exotic, but in these three instances, the sense of place is very much a part of the story.  The characters would be other people - if they inhabited a different physical environment, they’d behave differently.  Maybe this is self-evident, but I think seeing your breath in the frigid air, or feeling yourself draw inward, trying to conserve body heat, say, gives you a stronger imagined connection to where these people live, and who they are. 

Oh, What a Tangled Web(site) We Weave

Though I’m unable to pinpoint the exact date, I created my first personal website sometime around the turn of the century as hidden pages on the website of a prepress company I managed, and I printed the URL on promotional material for books published in 2000 and 2001. You had to know the pages were there because there were no links to them from any page on the company’s website.

A printing company purchased the prepress company in January 2002 and eliminated the prepress company’s website, leaving me without a website. Shortly after that, I registered CrimeFictionWriter.com and created a slightly more sophisticated personal website.

I created and updated both versions of my website—the hidden one and the official one—using HTML, and I later redesigned it using Adobe’s Muse. A few years ago, Adobe stopped supporting Muse and I was no longer able to update my site. Luckily, I had been working with my website host—a designer I worked with on several company websites for almost three decades—took over site maintenance.

Last year, I decided my site needed a complete refresh and it needed to be mobile friendly. Unfortunately, my need to redo my site coincided with his desire to retire from website design and hosting.

Stacy Woodson recommended Xuni, Alan Orloff seconded the recommendation, and I saw that Xuni had designed sites for several other writers I knew.

Shortly after I settled on Xuni, my existing host set a deadline for transferring everything from his system. He was shutting down mid-2026.

So, in January, work began in earnest with Maderia James and Riley Mack of Xuni. Luckily, we weren’t reinventing the wheel. I already had a website, and my goal was to duplicate the basic structure and make the site more attractive, easier to navigate, and mobile-friendly.

I revised much of the text, collected new graphics (book covers, mostly), and uploaded everything to a shared Dropbox folder. Before long, Xuni presented a draft of the new site and we worked through some small tweaks (correcting my typos, adding new text, rearranging a few things).

Done. Simple as that.

Unfortunately, what wasn’t simple was transferring my email to a new host. I had been spoiled: For almost three decades, my website host had also been my email host, and I did not realize that was not the norm. Changing email hosts and migrating all my email to the new host was a headache of immense proportion.

But it’s done.

And I think everything turned out great.

So, check it out: www.CrimeFictionWriter.com.

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“Wealth of Knowledge,” Kings River Life, March 14, 2026. 

“Death of an April Fool,” Black Cat Weekly 239, March 29, 2026.

“Hit or Miss,” KissMet Quarterly Spring 2026: Tiptoe Through the Tulips with Me 

The Derringer Award winning “The Downeaster ‘Alexa’” is reprinted in Hot Shots: Celebrating Thirty Years of the Short Mystery Fiction Society, which releases today, April 7, 2026.

Later this month, Temple and I will be at Malice Domestic. If you see us, say howdy!

Murder, She Barked

            A recent post here on SleuthSayers was a paean to the significance of cars in mystery writing.  I admit the connection was a bit thin, but I’m on much firmer ground with this topic, the importance of dogs. 

            When I was trying to get my first novel published, I struggled with a few key plot points, until I got an actual dog of my own, and all was solved.  I simply wrote him into the book and everything fell into place.     

            When my son was a little kid he had an imaginary friend named Eddie Van Halen. 

Samuel Beckett and what's his name

This is inscrutable, I know, but it seemed right to give my fictitious dog the same name.  Eddie became the most popular character in the books, to which I owe his inspiration, the aforementioned actual dog we named Samuel Beckett.  Sam was a Wheaton Terrier, and everyone who knew him claimed he wasn’t a real dog, but some other version of cognitive being.  One of my wife’s friends said we shouldn’t worry about leaving him home alone.

“He’s busy working on a screenplay.”

Dog people know what I mean by this.  Every once in a while, an exceptional one trots into view.  Aware, but peripherally involved.  More perceptive than their human companions, yet challenged in conveying their thoughts and feelings.  Thus they become perfect foils in crime stories.  And even if they’re just amusing side characters, or comic relief, like Myrna Loy and William Powell’s Asta, worth the price of entry.  There are so many examples in the genre of sidekick dogs, heroic dogs, villainous dogs (The Hound of the Baskervilles comes to mind), dogs solving crimes, etc., that there’s no point in mentioning any here (this is what Google is for).  We all have our favorites. 

For a writer, dogs have limitless utility.  Sam kept me company when I wrote on the front porch, on the ferry, or in the cockpit of a sailboat, at any number of household workstations and never once asked to review the work.  He defended me from intruders ringing the doorbell, squirrels, waterfowl, and other passing dogs, took me on walks when the writing seemed to stall, followed me on coffee and pee breaks, waiting patiently for me to get my ass back in the chair. 

Robert B. Parker and Pearl

I often point out that you don’t have to invent characters, you just have to hang around the Village of Southampton and talk to people.  That’s where virtually all mine were born.  This task is immensely facilitated by having a dog, especially one as handsome and engaging as the existentialist Beckett.  By the same token, his fictional counterpart Eddie Van Halen was merely a close description of Sam himself. 

Sam liked his routines, Lord knows. But he also loved to mix things up, in a way far more reminiscent of a practical joker than a habituated, monotony-loving house pet.  I’d heard him howl exactly twice, both times on a corner in Southampton as a fire truck passed by with its siren blaring. He stuck his head out the window of a moving car exactly once, for reasons we both tried to figure out.  A dog who’d shown nothing but distain for conventional chew toys, suddenly became enamored with a polyester possum and spent the greater part of Christmas morning eviscerating the poor thing. 

Sometimes, very infrequently, he’d walk up to me, look me in the eye, and issue one, loud, imperious bark.  I’d say, “What!?”  He’d bark again, and then walk away, disgusted.  I know these exchanges meant something to him, but I’ll be damned if I knew what they were.

However, I was way ahead on the deal.  I got to have a character I could switch over to whenever imaginative flagged, who was simply the transposition of my day-to-day experience, whose only compensation was a concentrated scratching around the ears, a walk into town and an occasional cigar.

Asta

Security Alert

Today's post is short, but important if you own an older Linksys router. The unusual element in this story is the warning comes from the FBI. (PDF)

A fair amount of tech literature drops in my box, keeping me fairly up to date about cyberattacks and vulnerabilities. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t recall a previous FBI interventions. Without reverting to field literature, I hazard affected models have a known weakness that, because the manufacturer has discontinued said models, are especially susceptible to exploitation.

Affected models can be used for Man in the Middle attacks, Evil Twins, data theft, and weaponizing your machine as a zombie bot to attack others.

What do we do?

If you have an older Linksys device, compare it to the following list, which also contains one Cisco unit. If the model doesn’t show on the front or back, it will be identified with a label on the bottom.

Don’t confuse routers with modems. The modem will be fed by a cable coming in from the outside. Next in line, the router will be attached to the modem. Wi-fi modems will have one, two, or three antennae. Linksys gadgets will be either near-black or more traditionally, a vivid ‘IBM blue and grey’.

Is my obsolete model useless?

• In theory if you can disable your machine's remote admin, you could continue using it.
• You could probably convert it into a wired ‘switch’, but if your internal network is that extensive, you’ll likely want newer, faster, safer equipment.
• Otherwise, donate it to your local recycler.

The Dirty Dozen

Here’re the dangerously obsolete models. Stay safe.

Compromised Routers

Linksys E1000	Linksys E2500	Cisco M10
Linksys E1200	Linksys E3000	Linksys WRT310N
Linksys E1500	Linksys E3200	Linksys WRT320N
Linksys E1550	Linksys E4200	Linksys WRT610N

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