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I Built a Quiz… and Didn’t Break the Internet (Or Myself)

There comes a time in a woman’s life—usually somewhere between muttering “I don’t need instructions” and yelling “WHY won’t this work?!” at a perfectly innocent browser tab—when she realizes she’s building a quiz for her cozy mystery readers.

And not just any quiz, mind you.

Oh no.

This is the “Which Rosewood Hollow Character Are You?” quiz.

Are you a Sarah? An Emma? A Pixie? (You wish you were Pixie.) Or possibly a Matthew, which means you're chronically skeptical and have a thing about gluten-free muffins.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Sabine, surely you just sent this off to an agency and had some sleek, high-end, interactive whiz-bang quiz built with fancy buttons, animated transitions, and background music that sounds like a Wes Anderson soundtrack played by hedgehogs on tiny harps.”

Well. I could have.

I could have dropped a few hundred bucks on a service. Or paid a developer to make it all look like it was sprinkled in tech-fairy dust.

But here’s the thing: I’m at that age.
You know the one. The age where your first impulse isn’t to throw money at a problem—it’s to roll up your sleeves, squint at the screen, mutter “I’ll just try it myself,” and dive in.

Because, friends, I did not grow up in the Age of the App.

Nope.

I come from the land of Telex machines.

Yes, Telex. Not fax. Not email. Telex—a mechanical beast that screamed like a banshee and typed in ALL CAPS as if it were perpetually annoyed.

Then came fax. And then Teletext (which always looked like your TV had a hangover). Then giant PCs, and floppy disks you could use as dessert trays, and finally tiny little miracle machines that fit in your palm and connect you to the world from the back of a camper van parked somewhere with more pine trees than people.

So building this little quiz? Child’s play. Kind of. I mean, yes, I clicked the wrong thing, broke the layout, reloaded it seventeen times, and possibly invented new swear words—but I did it.

I. Made. A. Thing.

A thing that lives on the internet! A fun little quiz that gives you a character result and gently nudges you toward the Rosewood Hollow sales page.

Is it perfect? Not a chance.

Is it slick? Please. What about me says slick?

But is it fun? Heck yes.
And is it mine? Even better.

So if you’re one of my readers (or just quiz-curious), pop over and give it a whirl. Laugh. Roll your eyes. Maybe even discover your inner Pixie.

Because in a world full of polished perfection and AI-generated everything, sometimes the most magical thing is something a slightly stubborn author built with grit, Google, and an irrational belief in her ability to figure things out.

And that, my friends, is the very spirit of Rosewood Hollow.

Now: Which character are YOU???? Give it a shot right here, and let me know: 

https://thinkingdogpublishing.com/quiz.html 

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