Felled by social media.
The identifying tag on my straitjacket will read this.
Perhaps a brief note saying I was cut down writing my first Cozy Mystery will be jotted down on the back?
While the Cozy, itself, had little to do with the final sanity-crash, it was the hopes of one day publicizing the venture that doomed me.
Yes, in the remnants of my tattered mind, the straitjacket tag will read… A poor hermit crab who wandered too far out into the social sun.