Writing Nook #10: Hebros Hotel in Plovdiv, Bulgaria
Perhaps a warning label would have been appropriate for this travel blog?
Something classy, not too showy?
Something honest and entirely direct?
Yes, well, have at it. I’ve only managed to come up with this (and an embarrassing amount of time it took me to scrape it together, too, I should add)…
Clearly, my brilliance lies in fields other than digital signage.
Anyhow, I apologize for my recent absence from this blog. The final edits of my 18th novel, The Hushing Days, have swallowed me whole these last few weeks. I have another month or so of work to do on the 100k manuscript, so updates will be sporadic for a while yet, I’m afraid.
Furthermore, today’s update will be incredibly brief. Pictures mostly, with my unerring foolishness attached as captions.
Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoy today’s spot of dreaming.
Now, on to this week’s writing nook!…
Simply put, this hotel is a charmer… and it is well within my price range. No room’s rent is greater than 79 euros a night. Oh, how my literary heart flutters!
As always, all pictures are linked to their source… http://www.hebros-hotel.com/index.php
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.
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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