Tamp down on that “I could be a great mystery writer!” delusion of mine.
Put a cork in my desire to put a Miss Marple or a Sherlock Holmes in my
every story.
While I’ve been rearranging Brone’s place in The Hushing Days, I’ve
found myself upping his significant other into Poirot status.
Not good.
You can’t overwork a romantic lead. Fine tuning them to the point of
blinding brilliance is bad form. The reader will not only scoff, the reader
will put the book down.
Very not good.
So, put any Doyle-ish aspirations aside when sculpting an ensemble
romance. There will be time to shatter that delusion later.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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