Her name is Zelda. My new piece of luggage, that is.
(I don’t know which is more disturbing. The fact that I’ve named a spinner suitcase anything, or the fact that I’ve named her after Zelda Fitzgerald. That condemnation I’ll leave to you.)
Zelda is dark blue with tropical birds dappled all over her. She has a muted recognizability, a spunky accountability and a quirky “je ne sais quoi” that will hopefully prove a faithful companion through many lands and into many, many of the writing nooks contained within this blog.
It is here that I should remind you this travel blog is a work in progress. It will inevitably be in flux. Case in point: Zelda. A jolly come-later to the party, her unexpected presence is thanks to my sister (a girl who has accompanied me on many outlandish adventures over the years). As my sister now has a life (i.e. spouse, child, career, natural normalcy), Zelda will serve beautifully as seat-filler for my original travelling accomplice.
In the next few days, a new writing nook will appear here. As I’ve gathered my list of potential nook-ers, I’ve realized I’m drawn both financially and psychiatrically more to holiday rentals than to traditional bed and breakfasts. This might change as this blog rumbles on, but as of now expect more rentals than inns… Of course, the next writing nook is a bed and breakfast, just to keep you on your toes.
Until the next nook, Zelda and I wish you soundness of both mind and words.
Acclaimed author of 17 novels (my dogs and mother adore me),
World traveler (I’ve felt the Sahara Desert between my toes… still gobsmacked over the stars in the Sahara)
And survivor (of three dirty-fighting gremlins named Anxiety, Panic and OCD)…
My name is Chloe Stowe.
Hello.
If you’ve found your way here, you’ve most likely arrived on the coattails of my blog, The Words and Madness of Chloe Stowe. Started in 2012, my daily rantings now number in the thousands. Ranging from humorous to moody, poignant to absurd, these tiny tidbits of thought began as a way to get my name “out there.” It has long since morphed into an effort just to “be there” for anybody out there struggling with words or madness, like me.
Quick biographical sketch of me?
Nerd turned nut at nineteen.
In my sophomore year at Auburn University, I was taken out at the knees by severe panic attacks. Chronic anxiety soon joined the dogpile, followed shortly by OCD tendencies.
Oh, it was ugly.
I eventually had to quit school and soon quit life, as well. I spent a good chunk of my 20’s not able to leave my room.
Twenty years later, it’s still can get ugly in my head. Thanks to meds and doctors, however, I am able to lead a better life, now. I still can’t work outside the house, but I can live and smile and write.
So, here I am.
Broken, but stubbornly present.
I hope my voice proves company to someone lonely out there.
Thanks for reading!
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