Carla Solomon

Sam felt the tingling on the back on his neck and looked at the upstairs window. He saw what looked like the face of a young girl, but before he could get a good look at it, she faded away.

Editing today. Some people hate it, but I enjoy it. It’s amazing to find out what other people “heard” from what I wrote. Sometimes I’m right on track and other times, not so much.

I love to sit at my desk, watch the snow and dream Other days I actual get some writing done.