Today, one and all, I present you with a smorgasbord of writing tidbits, a colorful cornucopia of authorly goings-on!
Expect no sane order here. These tasty, intellectual (*coughs into hand*) treats offer variety not staid cohesion.
Step inside and be amazed by a randomness that will make even the greatest brains scatter and run for the hills.
Come now and be astounded!
*breathlessly waits for the storm of eager onlookers to storm into the tent*
*boots loyal but unwilling dog inside and begins…*
-I am proud to announce that I have officially completed the first half of the “Six Brothers” outline! Ten chapters plus a prologue have been set down on paper with coherency and flair (I hope). Laying out something so big (100k words) is rather daunting… but a good daunting, like staring down a humongous ice cream sundae you’ve got fifteen minutes to eat.
-Writhe’s sequel is going surprisingly well at the moment. The 615 daily word quota has stymied me only once so far, but like a real trooper I battled through and got the job done. I’m really liking this story again, and I’m finding stepping back into Sam and Brevyn’s shoes a welcoming respite from all the unknown scurrying around in my writing life right now.
-Moving The Sun and the Sand Cat (3/4 finished mainstream contemporary romance) over to Scrivener is finally picking up speed. The software is going to be a tremendous help in finishing this jewel up… And my agent, no doubt, will be thrilled to hear it.
*looks down at the dog who looks utterly miserable inside this stupid tent and sighs*
I don’t care what the 15-pounder on the floor thinks, this sideshow wasn’t too bad.
It was short, to the point (more or less if you negate all the sideshow crap), informative (if not particularly entertaining) and best of all free…
Yeah, ok, it was bad.
Hmm, I wonder what a sideshow barker outfit and a tent will bag me on Ebay?
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