Yesterday, I read.
I read fiction.
Unholy gobs of it.
When I wasn’t eating or drinking or laying waste to a rogue village of ants in my backyard, I was reading fiction. Not great fiction, either. Mediocre tales with strong plotlines and characters but rather ‘blah’ execution.
Why would I bother?
It is just as important for a Cozy Mystery author to know how not to write, as it is to know how to write.
Bottom line: Recognize the company you don’t want to keep.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 