The Selcouth… the unfamiliar, the rare, the strange but marvelous.
Atmosphere trumps creature comforts in these writing nooks.
Stories lurk in corners, characters of vile repute hide in shadows, and angels waltz with the dust mites in these places… at least in a writer’s eyes they do.
Here is the first nook to find its way into The Selcouth…
Bed, wine and atmosphere… What more does a writer need?
The ground floor Master’s study. Plum and gold highlight the Baroque-style woodwork in this 30 square meters studio complete with bathroom and kitchenette. Originally, the ground floor Master’s study, the price is certainly right for this hideaway at only $55 per night. Note: Bedlinen is included but not the towels.
Personally, I’d try to refuse the television. Lock myself within these walls until a short story is done, I would.
A lovely bed in a unique, inspiring room.The bathroom includes a walk-in shower.The Clos de Jeanne is located on the ground floor.
Honfleur was a favorite for the impressionist painters who adored the light of this French fishing port.
Honfleur, FranceHonfleur’s medieval quarter.
Only 50 yards from the studio is the 15th century St. Catherine Church.
The images are linked to their sources, a variety of fun sites to visit.
And here The Selcouth collection closes for the night. Fare thee well, my authorian travelers.
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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