Posts Tagged ‘The Right Side’

What’s In A Name?


November 15th, 2017 Posted 8:16 am

Mrs. Publicist: Fifteenth of the month, when we discuss – if we remember – a character name from Spence’s work. Pete (which is what I call Spence), you’ve mentioned that you can’t write a character until you have the name. But what about the dog in THE RIGHT SIDE?

Pete: Very astute! When the dog first appears in the story, she has no name.

Mrs. P: But did you know the name from the get-go?

Pete: I did not. In fact, not until the scene where the dog gets named – by Harvey, Marci’s first husband, who knows how to make the piercing two-fingers-in-the-mouth whistle that gets the dog to come running. LeAnne hasn’t felt the need to give the dog a name, but there’s something proper about Harvey – and he thinks one up. I was thinking it up at the same time!

Mrs. P: And you and Harvey chose Goody.

Pete: We did. It doesn’t suit her at all, but by the end of the book it couldn’t be anything else.

Mrs. P: As readers will discover. Thanks, Pete, in your Spence role. See you next month for more of What’s In A Name!


The Beating Heart


November 10th, 2017 Posted 6:58 am

If you’ve ever caught us on tour, you probably heard something about the heart of the story, the engine that makes it go. Here’s an example from THE RIGHT SIDE (from Chapter 21).

The dog came closer, stood beside LeAnne. Then she lowered her head toward LeAnne’s side and prodded her with her warm, wet muzzle. The message couldn’t have been clearer: Get up.


Anyone Else a Bit Tired Today?


October 30th, 2017 Posted 8:03 am

At least in the Eastern time zone? (But there’s nothing like baseball.) Here’s a very short random Amazon review we like. Your eyes need only be open for a second.

5.0 out of 5 stars – Five Stars – October 29, 2017.
A great story teller. Feel for the characters.




LeAnne and Mr. Coffee


October 29th, 2017 Posted 8:48 am

From THE RIGHT SIDE. (And below, the writer with fellow mystery panelists yesterday at the Boston Book Festival.)

He gazed at her in the new off-center way people used on her now. “How about we begin by you telling me why you’re here? Can I get you water or something? Coffee?”

“Why I’m here?”

“Your understanding of why you’re here.”

She shrugged. “I was sent,” she said. “Referred.”

“Right, of course, but … but in a larger sense, LeAnne.”

“A larger sense? Isn’t it part of the protocol?”

Dr. Machado made a note on a desk pad. It looked like one of those prescription pads. She was on Paxil, Prednisone, penicillin and Percocet, and those weren’t even all of the Ps.

“Right again,” said Dr. Machado. “But what is it you’d like to accomplish? That’s what I’m getting at. If we know your goals we can help you reach them.”

She nodded. “Coffee. With milk and lots of sugar.”

Dr. Machado blinked. He rose and went to a Mr. Coffee in the corner.

“At least two packets. Three’s better.”

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