My brother, Stan, just texted me that I’m getting “more at ease” on my podcasts and my sound quality on his iPhone 4S “sounds like you’re at the gym with me!”  Very sweet of him—I hope he’s not working too hard to come up with something, but I’ll take it. I certainly do not feel “at ease” with the microphone, but I don’t think it’s necessarily natural for a writer, and certainly not for a former accountant. My brothers have been tuning in ever since I revealed that Stan dropping our other brother’s piranha, Beta, down the drain, causing him to take apart the sink, inspired a scene in my novel, False Alarm. Not to get defensive, but hey, Stan was a hero, rescuing Steve’s pet! My brothers also remember the red-haired neighborhood boy, Peter. We all used to ride our bikes around in Spokane’s vacant lots when kids used to do that, and we all called this kid, “Peter the Red,” which is now the name of Kate’s somewhat psycho coworker. I just liked the name! Please. I guess everyone’s a little worried about the writer in the family.