Rebound alert.

With self-clawed arm hidden smartly behind my back and the “Doubt of 2019” buried deep in my sock drawer, yesterday morning, I marched straight into a new book.

As in, writing a new book.

Me? A writer, actually writing?

How novel.

Seriously though, I am excited about this… and nervous and just a little sick around the edges over it.

Sounds delightfully “Chloe,” doesn’t it?

Bottom line: Hide what you need. Bury what you must. But proceed.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe