stockvault-the-perfect-landscape186461Decision made.

I’m suspending all efforts of self-publishing my previously or never released novels or novellas.

All writing from today forward will be reserved for two projects alone.

  • The Shallcross Burden… Why? I want to see if I can do it. I’ve challenged myself to write a Cozy Mystery and, so, I will do it. I will do it darn well, too.
  • Sports writing for the Maryland Sports Blog… Why? I’m good at it. I enjoy it, and I’m getting better at it every day. Who knows what the future will bring in the field.

Of course, I will continue this blog. A full-court press on a Cozy and a job-like situation will no doubt fire up the ol’ crazy. I’ll need help with that. And, I hope, my honest travails will help someone else out there not feel so alone.

Decision made.

Time to go puke up an intestine.

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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