Nine hours trapped in a car yesterday should have squeezed some kind of grand inspiration out of me.
I should be strutting around this morning with a cocksure grin on my face and a killer plot twist in my back pocket, my Cozy Mystery just begging to be put down on paper.
But, I am Chloe Stowe. I shirk ’s with madcap abandon!
Bottom line: Ain’t no strutting around here.