Belly to the ground, Sherlockian magnifying glass in hand, I am primed and ready to detect me some authorian positives from my Six Brothers writing experience so far. (SIDE NOTE: I seriously doubt authorian is even a word, but I offer it to you as spice for today’s blog. Consider it my nod to Thanksgiving.)
Alrighty-then, let’s see what positives I’ve scrounged up from my struggles with my Revolutionary War-era, mainstream-loving pals…
1.) I’ve learned if absolutely, positively necessary I can outline a novel down to an inch of its authorian life. (Consider it cinnamon and enjoy.)
2.) I’ve learned that a 100k novel can squeeze a 50k dramatist nearly to authorian death. (I’d like a physicist to please explain the science behind this positive.)
3.) I’ve learned that a list of positives from the Six Brothers struggles is a very short list, indeed.
There. I’ve tried to be thankful on this Thanksgiving holiday week. May I now be excused from the Ungrateful Whiner table and go watch some football?
SIDE NOTE: I don’t like Thanksgiving. Can you tell? *lol* My blessings are countless, something I try very hard to appreciate every day. I get a little saucy when told to do something I’m already putting so much effort in doing every freaking day… And while I realize this makes no sense whatsoever, there it is. Consider it a slice of Mad Authorian Mania and be grateful. *smirks*
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