Claptrap & Doggerel

So, 2017 stretches out before us. Whether it is as a gaping chasm ready to swallow loved ones whole or as a whimsical oak whose twisted, sturdy branches dare one to climb up to dreams is, alas, beyond any of our prognostications.

2017 frightens and arouses me and I tremble in its presence.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Post-note: Might as well start off the new year with a spot of claptrap and get such foolishness out of the way. Back to my normal doggerel tomorrow.

Viability

Well, my mother is floating eggs. Worse yet, she’s content floating eggs.

Having accompanied me down to my place for a holiday from housework, paperwork and all other kinds of work, she is spending her first morning in Florida floating eggs around a dishpan to test if there’s still “viable.”

Two points should be taken from this: 1.) My oddity is not a fluke but a matter of genetics, and 2.) If ever dunked in a dishpan, I’d sink like a rock.

I’m ready for 2017, my friends.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

The Crow upon my Shoulder

Like most, the coming of a new year arouses my “Go get ‘em!” attitude. A fine and dandy mindset to have… that is, if you don’t have a starving scavenger beast by the name of Anxiety perched and twitchy upon your shoulder.

Nevertheless, I will scatter the fertile plains of 2017 with all the writing seeds I can scoop out of my pockets and hope childishly for the best. After all, the carrion fowl upon my shoulder will eat no matter what. Might as well feed the monster well.

Until Saturday (travel day tomorrow)…

Chloe

Hope in Yesterday

When one path doesn’t lead you quite where you had hoped, there is no shame in returning to the well-trod lane that you know.

The key is not to give up looking for new trails to follow. Who knows? That yellow brick road for which you’ve always searched might lie right beneath that well-trod lane of yesterday.

Until Friday (travel day tomorrow)…

Chloe

Post-note: In 2017 I will be returning the bulk of my writing attention to the M/M Romance genre that has blessed me with 17 novels in the past. Who knows what will be found while writing the 18^th?