The Metered Blah

My re-publishing nerve needs bulking up or re-firing or something else equally drastic.

It’s time to put another Chloe Stowe classic out for second consumption.

Past time.

But I’m having a hard time scrounging up the hunger for it.

So, do I press through the blahs or let them just lie until they scatter like a fog in the face of the sun?

Oh, good grief. It’s the poetic blahs.

Run before the meter catches you.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe