Tamp down on that “I could be a great mystery writer!” delusion of mine.
Put a cork in my desire to put a Miss Marple or a Sherlock Holmes in my every story.
While I’ve been rearranging Brone’s place in The Hushing Days, I’ve found myself upping his significant other into Poirot status.
You can’t overwork a romantic lead. Fine tuning them to the point of blinding brilliance is bad form. The reader will not only scoff, the reader will put the book down.
Very not good.
So, put any Doyle-ish aspirations aside when sculpting an ensemble romance. There will be time to shatter that delusion later.