stockvault-the-dancers127910A fine line must be danced today. Romanced, really… (if you’ll pardon the pun).

The next, great (notice the hard-fought for confidence here) and first totally mainstream romance novel of mine is so close to being done, I could almost weep.

The 80k+ historical behemoth is written and, after months of editorial wrestling,  a quarter of its 20 chapters have made it through final edits.

However, with the prospect of a potential new project suddenly on the horizon with a major publishing house, I no longer have the time to indulge in gentle hand-to-hand combat with The Hushing Days manuscript. I need to get it done. I need to get it done now… or, as soon as “now” I can possibly get.

So, today I return to my writing cocoon with a Halloween deadline in mind. This end date will require a little manhandling, a bit of pushing and shoving of scenes into relative perfection. Of course, I could just fling all the chapters across that editing chasm and simply hope they survive in relative readability, but…

I’ve never aimed for just readability in my writing life. And while I never quite get within hands-grasp of perfection, I do insist on trying.

Hence, the fine line dancing on schedule today.


I just hope I’m wearing the proper dancing shoes. Keep your fingers crossed that neither my toes nor my storyline arcs get pinched.

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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