Loose Ends

Tying Shoe Laces Ready For A Game Of BadmintonLoose ends distract me.

A plotline that is not tied up at the end of a story sours the whole experience for me, both as a writer and a reader.

Cozy Mysteries, in particular, need to be finished off with tidy, little bows.

Unfortunately, I have fat, nervous fingers that worry obsessively over these bows, demanding they be perfect and tight.

Hence a cycle of distraction is born.

Hence the madness creeps closer.

Talk about a loose end.

Until tomorrow…


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