*scrape, scrape, scrape*
*mumbles a particularly colorful curse*
*stands back up and sighs*
I’m sorry. I’ve been scraping the bottom of the barrel but I’ve got nothing.
Imagination is kaput.
Any cleverness, wittiness or insight I might have had at some point in my life has parted like the Red Sea in front of Moses and left me dry as dirt.
Heck, I don’t even know what picture I’m going to “enliven” this blog with.
I read that somewhere, back when I had a brain. “Make your blog more enticing by adding an image… Blogs with pictures attract 60% more readers than blogs without,” they said.
Probably pure rubbish, but I jumped on that bandwagon early and I’m not getting off of it voluntarily. I’m going to freaking cling to it like an especially stubborn limpet…
Hey! Maybe I could find a picture of a limpet? I doubt my copyright free photo sight has a limpet photo, but I’ll give it a go. (If something absurd and completely irrelevant to this post is attached know that the free-limpet hunt turned up zilch.)
I’m mortally terrified of being dragged off to federal prison for copyright infringement so I try to stick with pictures from places like www.Stockvault.net .
Yep, coward here.
A coward with limpet-tendencies and scraped raw fingertips who will now hoist the white flag and surrender to the empty barrel
Acclaimed author of 17 novels (my dogs and mother adore me), World traveler (I’ve felt the Sahara Desert between my toes… still gobsmacked over the stars in the Sahara) And survivor (of three dirty-fighting gremlins named Anxiety, Panic and OCD)… My name is Chloe Stowe. Hello. If you’ve found your way here, you’ve most likely arrived on the coattails of my blog, The Words and Madness of Chloe Stowe. Started in 2012, my daily rantings now number in the thousands. Ranging from humorous to moody, poignant to absurd, these tiny tidbits of thought began as a way to get my name “out there.” It has long since morphed into an effort just to “be there” for anybody out there struggling with words or madness, like me. Quick biographical sketch of me? Nerd turned nut at nineteen. In my sophomore year at Auburn University, I was taken out at the knees by severe panic attacks. Chronic anxiety soon joined the dogpile, followed shortly by OCD tendencies. Oh, it was ugly. I eventually had to quit school and soon quit life, as well. I spent a good chunk of my 20’s not able to leave my room. Twenty years later, it’s still can get ugly in my head. Thanks to meds and doctors, however, I am able to lead a better life, now. I still can’t work outside the house, but I can live and smile and write. So, here I am. Broken, but stubbornly present. I hope my voice proves company to someone lonely out there. Thanks for reading! Chloe Stowe