October 3, 2018

I’m over at Writers in Residence this morning, talking about what puzzle difficulties I have mixing together all my plot puzzle pieces. Stop by if you can, I’d love to hear what you think…


Writers in Residence


Stop By if You Can

September 26, 2018

At Writers in Residence, Jackie Houchin has a wonderful post with Crows taking the lead…


Welcome Nancy Boyarsky!

September 22, 2018

I’m so happy to feature Nancy Boyarsky in my Author Spotlight, with an intriguing story, and an introduction to her latest book…

Here’s Nancy….


Nancy Boyarsky

Nancy Boyarsky

Nancy Boyarsky was born in Oakland, California. After graduating from U.C. Berkeley, her first job was as an assistant editor in a tiny, long-gone publishing company in San Francisco. She has worked as a writer and editor all of her life.

She is married to former Los Angeles Times City Editor Bill Boyarsky and lives in Los Angeles. She still devotes herself to writing, editing, and reading and has added painting to her list of hobbies. She loves the theater, films and travel, especially to the UK.


The Haunted Storage Van

As a mystery writer, I dream up plots, then create characters to act them out. In real life, I’m insatiably curious about what’s going on around me. Sometimes, on my morning walks I notice things that strike me as odd, strange, or even scary. Usually, over time, I figure a reasonable explanation. These aren’t the kind of situations I’d put in a book. But they stir my interest, and I find myself trying to puzzle out what’s going on. It’s kind of like the old game, “What’s wrong with this picture?”

Take one example. A couple of blocks away from me is a house that has looked deserted as long as I can remember and has fallen into serious disrepair.

It wasn’t so much the house that caught my attention but the backyard, which was surrounded by a tall wire fence and further screened from the street by a hedge, dying from lack of water.

One day I paused to look through the thinning hedge and spotted something odd. Lining both sides of the yard were cages (rusty and leaning in various directions) large enough to hold human beings. The cages were empty. Then I noticed a very large portable storage unit (in a similar run-down state) parked at the back of the property. It got me thinking. Could whatever was once held in those cages now be locked in the storage unit? There was no smell, but still . . .

I started walking on the other side of the street. Some months later, I saw a moving van in front of the house. Two men were moving furniture from the house into a van. This came as a surprise, since I’d never seen evidence of anyone living there. Besides the movers, I noticed that the storage unit was now standing wide open. I hurried across the street to get a look. Inside were various neatly stacked cartons, labeled “towels,” “sheets,” “clothes,” etc. At the very back of the trailer were pet beds, stacked all the way to the ceiling, starting with the largest on the bottom and the smallest at the top.

So, I concluded, the house must have belonged to someone who had once owned a pet store or ran a pet rescue organization. Nothing sinister after all. I have to admit I was almost disappointed.

LiarLiar-Cover01Liar Liar is the third installment of Nancy Boyarsky’s Nicole Graves Mysteries.  In Liar Liar, Nicole finds herself in the crosshairs when she reluctantly agrees to babysit a witness in a high-profile trial. In the court of public opinion, Mary  Ellen appears to be the quintessential, pious, good girl. But her lies and mysterious comings and goings lead Nicole to suspect that she’s not what she seems.

When the witness goes missing during the trail, Nicole is caught up in a tangle of lies that turns deadly. Nicole is determined to find the killer on her own, no matter what the risks.

The first Nicole mystery, The Swap, won the Eric Hoffer Book Award. Each of these mysteries can be read as a stand-alone.

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Thanks for visiting, Nancy, and I’m still thinking about/imagining scenarios for that storage van. Interesting what catches our imagination and the stories we build…