Those of spun-glass spines should not write Cozy Mysteries.
I have little doubt this is a rule somewhere. An unwritten caveat in the “Well, duh” category.
Ones who cower behind chairs at the rings of doorbells or break out in cold, messy sweats at the rings of phones can’t possibly have the credibility to play sleuth even on paper, right?
But every rule must be tested, every caveat defined.
So, I of a spun-glass spine volunteer.
After all, who knows what mysteries lurk behind innocent chairs?