Mine has been stupendous as I’ve welcomed my new Civic back into the
Chloe-fold. After four weeks of being put back together again with two shiny
new doors, new fenders, new whatevers (sorry, car-idiot, here), my car is back
and shining in my driveway!
I drove it past the Ford Explorer down the block that took it out last
month and my car held its head up high and swaggered past the big oaf without a
backwards glance.
Chloe Stowe is back!
Surprisingly, I even put all my nervous, waiting-for-my-car energy to
good use. I flew through the 750 words of Book Two, blowing by all my Book One
insecurities mentioned this morning and hit the finished line way before noon
rose in the sky.
Of course, as usually is the case with me, there is a tiny “but” in
here.
But… the 750 words I wrote was completely off on a tangent I hadn’t
planned on exploring until Book Three, if at all.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s good for the story, excellent character
development for one of my main guys and adds a whole new dimension to the novel
for the readers.
So, good news all around, right?
I’m thinking “Heck yeah! Let’s go. All writing troops double time it to
this new tangent and dig in for a long haul…”
Yeah, well, there is a reason nobody’s ever put military troops under
my command.
I tend to jump the gun when the excitement swells. When actual guns or
storylines are involved, in particular, this leap-into-battle flaw can
sometimes be a very bad idea. Old Blood & Guts Stowe is not a favorable
nickname here.
So, I’m going to take this new tangent slow and easy. Send out a couple
of scouts and see what my guys up front have to say…
And now that I’ve run out of faux military jargon to throw out at you,
I will proudly salute you all and bark “Dismissed!”
*snickers*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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