A Strange Case of Headiness

Feeling rather full of myself at the moment. Got over 1/3 of my short story “Hoar Frost” done last night. Surprisingly, not disgusted with it as of yet, so, yeah, feeling good…

Not quite sure what to do with this feeling.

It’s been a while.

A long while…

And there it goes.

Ok, I feel more at home now.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Adrift

For the first time in 15 months I’m feeling adrift… and it’s delightful.

Flat on my back, face to the sun, the literary waves carrying me wherever they will, I have not a thing to do.

I think I might just smile for a while.

Oh, the sea gulls will come and start pecking at me to get busy in due time, but until then I believe I will just luxuriate in a rare self-satisfied grin.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

A Brief Hallelujah!

Mark this hour, ladies and gents…. The Hushing Days is DONE!!!!

97,069 words.

Please allow me a brief “Hallelujah!”

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Cache of Confetti

Doesn’t every writer have a cache of confetti in their pocket? A to-go celebration always handy when authorial accomplishments are reached?

*the din of silence speaks volumes*

Fine.

Be that way.

However, I never go anywhere without my confetti. And if I’ve been excused of premature ticker-taping myself, so be it. It’s better to celebrate too early than to never celebrate at all.

So, you’ll excuse the bits of colored tinsel currently raining down upon your head. I’ve confetti-ed myself just this morning because I got 7 likes on my newest travel blog post.

Yes, 7.

It’s a record for me and the “Tiptoeing Soul,” so I don’t want to hear one whisper of pity or a single “Poor thing.” I’m enjoying my little moment of glee, and there will be no apologies for it.

Now, if you have an objection to streamers I’d hurry on. I’m feeling awful generous with my joy this morning and feel another celebration coming on.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Manuscript Form

No preamble required.

No overture called for.

Even a gaunt little prologue would be needless here. The news is simple, quaint and rather grand in my small world.

I, Chloe Stowe, actually got work done yesterday on The Hushing Days!

Oh, it was hardly substantial by my (or any writer’s) normal standard, but it was several hundred words written and several important editing decisions made.

I believe the manuscript actually giggled a little in delight when I touched her. It had been so long I’m surprised she didn’t slap my pen away… (Why my manuscript has suddenly, just now in fact, taken on feminine form in my mind I can only imagine.  Probably in retaliation from yesterday’s post. Ah, well, who knows?)

Anyway, bottom line and all… work was done yesterday, and I and she were glad of it.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Frosting Earned

Cupcakes for all!

*coughs into fist*

*realizes I’m sounding a bit royal there*

*tries again…*

Cupcake! Cupcake! Cupcake! Everyone gets a cupcake!

*winces*

*realizes I’m just being loud and annoying now*

*gives up on the whole cupcake deal and moves on…*

What we were all supposed to be celebrating up there is this: The “Six Brothers” Chapter Outline / “Am I doing this right?” package is not only complete but was packed off to my agent yesterday afternoon!

Yep, told you that deserved a cupcake.

And notice that I was including each and every one of you in the frosting and cake fest. As much as I’ve been whining and worrying about the stupid “Six Brothers” thing, you all deserve some compensation for your tremendous patience.

Hence, cupcakes for all!

*realizes that really doesn’t sound as royal as it does grateful*

*smiles and decides it’s perfect then*

Ok, everybody get out of here!

Early dismissal today.

Go and rock your Saturdays, people!

Until tomorrow…

Chloe