A cocky fox must be played to write a Cozy Mystery.

The author must slip into the guise of a cunning, confident, foolhardy creature to successfully lead the reader on a worthy chase.

Being more of a skitzy lizard, myself, I’m finding this daily morphing rather hard. I fear one day I’ll get stuck somewhere in between.

I wonder if it’ll be as a cold-blooded omnivore?

Or simply as icky-skinned hound-bait?

Until next Tuesday (off for my mad DC adventure tomorrow) …

Chloe