As I crawl out of my hidey-hole, I wave nervously to the world...

Yes, Chloe Stowe, the enigmatic and frankly quite crazy writer is back. Applause, rose petals and well-placed tomatoes to the back of my head are all welcome. *scuffs the ground nervously with her shoe*

To catch you up, let me paraphrase my last three months...

November: I wrote.

December: I hid.

January: I crawl out.

Having a screwed up mind really sucks. Not complaining, just stating.

After a November of writing my brains out (yes, literally; I'm still looking for fourth grade arithmatic on my bathroom floor), my mind decides to declare a "Time Out!" So, for six weeks I basically hid from the world wide world. An online hermit I became, only sticking her head out of the cave for edits and contracts and the occasional "yes, I'm alive; no need for that tombstone yet."

Now, I am back! Enough of the life of a frightened camel with her head in the sand! Enough of playing the Cowardly Lion to everyone else's Dorothy! Enough!... Just so you know, those few sentences drained a good 60% of my meds for the day. *Sighs* I'm doing the best I can here, folks.

So, please, I hope you don't mind if I slip once again into your worlds. I'm getting better at this, I think, I hope. *smiles*

Thank you all for reading. Thank you all for caring.

Love,
Chloe Stowe