I’ve had to tie my Cozy narrator to a tree.
In the backyard.
Like, way in the backyard.
Having never written a Cozy Mystery before, I had allowed my narrating voice to get too familiar with my sleuth. I’d lost the sharp lines my lady linguist deserved to wear her first time in front of an audience.
So, my narrator now speaks from the base of a sour gum tree.
Perfectly reasonable, right?