Anonymous

My first full day of writing in ages, yesterday. It was glorious!

Jazzed and feeling quite full of myself, I embarked in the always harrowing task of updating my author profiles. Specifically: my biography photo.

When one is forced by mental illness to lead a relatively solitary life, it is extremely hard to find photos of one’s self. People don’t know me beyond my words. I don’t mind this too terribly much (at least I am known, if just somewhat), but it does become an issue at the most awkward of times.

Hence, two hours of selfies yesterday.

Hence, my dog looking at me like I had finally lost my last marble.

It’s incredibly weird to see myself on film. I, too, tend to forget I exist beyond my words.

Hmm, how odd that is.

Bottom line: Leave your mark on this world however you must. Be it a smile, a laugh or a well-placed slash of pen upon paper.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

The Blunt Edge

The Chapter Nine edits of The Hushing Days are essentially done. One wee paragraph at the end still needs tending to but that is for an entirely different character flow. Yes, I’ve reached the point where I must slip into each of the ensemble cast’s guises to work through each of the three storylines. That sounds a lot more complicated and convoluted than it really is, I promise you. Anyhow, it’s off to Chapter Ten today…

Well, that was an incredibly boring post.

Essentially pointless.

Blunt to the edge of dull.

Oh, who am I kidding? Consider this a selfie, wince in pity and move on.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe