I like puzzles, although I may choose to play by my own rules.
I subscribe to the New York Times Crossword Puzzles, but I only do Mondays and I cheat. Why? Because I like to. As a child, I kept trying to do crosswords but wore the paper out making mistakes. I feel ever so much better if I can check my answers after I finish as much as I can of the “across”, delete all those little red lines, and then do the same with the “down”. On rare occasions, I have almost completed one without cheating, but frustration has long been out of my box of favored sensations. So I make sure my answers fit and avoid ulcers.
So why write mysteries since that is the ultimate puzzle?
Because I can cheat. After all, I know all the answers before I even start the book. Then I provide the clues to which only I (hopefully) know the answers.
Who knew that doing the Monday crossword puzzle could teach so much?