Yes, the man is dead (long dead, as in centuries in the ground kind of dead).
No, I was not experiencing a disturbing blip on my sanity meter nor was I dabbling in séance-ology.
What I was doing, however, might surprise you.
Care to guess?
*nibbles on a handful of glazed doughnut holes as the guesses bounce off the blog auditorium’s walls*
*smirks smugly when not a single answer comes close to the truth*
I, ladies and gentlemen, was mining for a proper title for the Six Brothers project!
*audience rolls eyes and sighs in grumbling disappointment*
Ok. Admittedly, only me, my mom and a certain four-legged, furry muse probably find this news exciting, but I share it nonetheless.
An inquiring mind or two might wonder if I found that proper title?
That inquiring mind will be happy to hear my “Oh, yes!”
But that inquiring mind will have to wait a bit to hear the long-winded answer. I’ve got to live with it a couple of days to make sure it fits and I’m happy with it.
*that lone inquiring mind rolls eyes and sighs in grumbling disappointment*
Well, now that I’ve disappointed the entire world, I will leave you to your Halloween.
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