Well, it’s settled. I’ve got Cozy in my blood.

Normally, this would be a good thing. When a writer’s dreams turn to the new genre, it’s a positive sign that the author is truly feeling the literary turn.

But what happens when the Cozy Mystery that plays out in your head turns into a comic / horror mashup that would put Rob Zombie and Sam Raimi to shame?

Psychiatric intervention, perhaps?

Fine. I’ll schedule an extra half-hour with my shrink. (He should love this.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe