Showing posts with label car. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car. Show all posts

Saturday, July 1, 2017

To Painfully Strain

One half of my “Oklahoma” manuscript is ready to go.

Having been waxed and buffed and detailed down to its nines, the first 16k is now just waiting for the second half to catch up. I hope it won’t get too lonely cooling its heels as the back end will take a bit of pounding out before its ready to hit the publishing road…

Painfully strained car analogy now over, hopefully never, ever to return.

Until tomorrow…


Chloe

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Prunish

Ten hours in a car.

Brain shriveled like a prune.

Enough said?

Until tomorrow…


Chloe

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Recovery Position

After a spectacular Halloween which saw 81 trick-or-treaters brave Chloe Stowe’s front door (my house has basically been a Pumpkin & Witch Joy-Land for three weeks now), I spent the first daylight hours of November at the local auto repair shop.

Thankfully, the “Check Tire Pressure… Right, Freaking Now!!” light turned out to be just a false alarm caused by the first chill of the season.

However…

(Yeah. Big surprise here.) I don’t do such early morning escapades well.

“Check Prozac Level… NOW!” alarms were pretty much off the charts there for a bit.

Fun.

So, the remainder of my Saturday will be spent in recovery mode.

Do you realize how stupid that is?

*sighs*

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, whose life is just plain silly sometimes

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Stuck in Gear

This is how my mind works.

Feel free to look away.

In an unusual move on my part, I’ve got an appointment at 9am today. (Car needs some dealership love.)

Why is this unusual, the enquiring mind may ask?

Whenever humanly possible, I do not do early morning appointments.

Why?

I don’t sleep the night before. I obsess and worry and obsess some more over it all freaking night, not allowing a wink of restful sleep to be had.

Yeah, I know. I’m a pitiful human being who needs a little dealership love herself. *smirks*

Anyhow, last night I actually slept well. Didn’t think about the appointment at all. Even managed to have a nice dream tucked in between the “I’m a horrible person and this is why” nightmares.

Bravo me, right?

Well, all that success proceeded to go straight down the drain when I woke up and began obsessing, obsessing, OBSESSING about this blog. It went something like this…

“What am I going to write about?”

“Can I get it written before I leave?”

“I need to get it written before I leave.”

“But can I get it posted before I leave?”

“I really, really need to get it posted before I leave.”

“But I can’t think of anything to write about.”

“What am I going to write about?!”

“Since I don’t know what I’m going to write about, there’s no way I can get it written before I leave.”

“I need to get it written before I leave!”

“What the freaking f**k am I going to write about??????!!!!”

Etc.

Etc.

We’ll end this little exercise right here. I believe I’ve embarrassed myself enough for this morning.

Good day.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe