Minutiae had mired me down. I was spending more time thumbing through my thesaurus than putting actual story down on paper.
Word choice had replaced story.
My OCD was roaring…
Until the cellar door.
The ridiculous act of writing a scene where my sleuth had to crawl through a broken door into a dark and abandoned cellar kicked my butt right out of OCD-land.
The scene was so classically ‘Cozy Mystery’ the minutiae trap loosened just enough for me to slip free.
Sadly, who knows how long this freedom will last.
I wonder how many cellar doors can a Cozy Mystery hold?