stockvault-coal-crane-bucket152357I’m learning the most interesting things.

As I continue on with my “chimney-shimmying” method of writing (chronicled in yesterday’s blog), surprising tidbits of my character’s personalities and physical traits have been coming to light.

For instance…

Did you know that Yates (second oldest of the Six Brothers) is very tall? I didn’t. Not until my “close eyes and grab” stratagem of attacking the Colonial dictionary spit out “Long Shanks” as a long-legged person…

Which resulted in a whole little teasing dialogue between Yates and his significant other, Titilayo…

Which resulted in me learning that Titilayo is the kind of woman not afraid to take her love interest on in a verbal sparring match, despite their woefully unequal histories…

Which resulted in me falling kind of love with the freed slave, Titilayo, and upping my excitement about working with the remarkably strong woman in the coming months…

Which results in me coming across as a completely loony author with an active imagination bordering on the absurd.

Oh well, as they say, the truth will out.


Until tomorrow…


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

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