Due to the holiday hub-bub even we hermit-like creatures endure at this time of the year, I have been unable to write these last few days. Therefore, the Six Brothers have laid dormant, resting in peace my more morbid sense of humor would claim.
This forced break from working on my 100k mainstream monstrosity has brought two things to light. One, simply a confirmation of something I already knew. The second, a scandalous idea.
My brain’s need for exhaustive writing every day has been emphasized yet again. My dreams (i.e. nightmares) tend to get very cinematic and sprawling when my mind hasn’t been run ragged the hours before. A little John Ford is fine if the dream is good, but when the dream’s bad… well, you get the picture.
The scandalous idea, I wonder if I should even mention here, is this…
I’m considering rubbing out a brother.
(One of my Six Brothers, as in my writing project, as in fiction, as in no police involvement necessary.)
The youngest of my brood is really extraneous to the plot and by eliminating him and his significant other a lot of wiggle room could be made for my brand of long-winded writing. Whether this added space would be a good idea or bad, I have no idea. I’m having to think on it (a potentially scary proposition, indeed.)
I’ll keep you updated.
Now, back to the hub-bub, everybody!
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