A Deserved Head Shiver

With my Daughter Hat firmly reattached to my head, I believe I have finally settled in for the whole holiday run. There should be no more dragging myself and my four-legged, furry muse across state lines until after Santa comes and goes.

Whew!

The fact that we ended up on the wrong side of the state line for my authorly instincts is neither here nor there really. My Writer Hat has been essentially on sabbatical since August anyway so a few more weeks on the shelf shouldn’t make much difference to the old chapeau. Maybe a layer of dust will add a bit of charm to the whole Chloe Stowe ensemble? Nostalgia sells, right? A rusty writer should sell marvelously… at least, to the flea market crowd.

Seeing as I’m slowly screwing my self-esteem down into a hole with this post, I’m going to abandon this holiday cheer effort here. I’m feeling rather disgusted with my selfishness and doubt I’m worthy of donning any hat at the moment…

Oh well, I probably deserve a cold head.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Sticky Fingers

It is absurdly hard to write a daily writer’s blog when one is not writing. As my role of daughter is currently (and quite rightfully) superseding my role as author, the only time pen comes into contact with paper is for my two blogs.

One of those thorny blessings, this is.

I am pouring a ridiculous amount of time and effort into my new travel/mental health blog.

A ridiculous amount.

Honestly, I have no idea what I’m trying to achieve with the “Tiptoeing Soul,” but my OCD-tendencies have latched onto it with embarrassingly sticky fingers. Admittedly, it is the perfect outlet for scattered free time. Searching for the perfect “writing nook” takes me all over the place. But I fear it is silly. Or at least I should feel it is silly.  But my sticky fingers and I don’t really seem to care.

A ridiculous sentiment, I’m sure.

Oh well. We do what we must to survive the day sane.

Right?

Please, let it be right.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe