I don’t wear convention well.
When I decided to try my hand at writing a Cozy Mystery, I made careful note of all “rules” successful Cozies of today follow.
I vowed to follow these precepts, wanting to finish with a book marketable and, perhaps, profitable.
For the entirety of January, I did this. I wore convention buttoned up to my chin… and I choked.
So, convention is now pooled on the floor.
Cover your eyes. This writer is naked and free!