Carla Solomon

And this is the season known as “Still Winter”

My chicken pot pie with biscuit crust because I didn’t inherit the pie crust gene

After only getting through 1500 words with my editor yesterday, I need my own kind of writer’s lift to get me through editing today. It’s cold and snowy outside anyway, so may as well get to work.

Maybe I could have made this potato cheddar soup and cheese board but it was so much better when Twisted Carrot did it.

Feeling pretty proud of myself. I took the time to go back over my story, making an outline to show that everything happened in the right order and that my character was better at the end then when she started. It makes a lot more sense now, lol!

It was -5 when we got up this morning. But don’t worry, it’s already up to -2! Unfortunately, the wind chill is -27. I don’t think I’ll be walking today. More time to write.

I took down my “Christmas” lights, but I always leave one string of Winter Lights running down the bannister. Afterall, even though the days are getting longer, it’s still pretty dark most of the time. I thoroughly enjoy writing with by the light of my keyboard and the festive lights behind me.

Snow comes in all shapes and sizes-just like people. It can some down on you gently, lazily, fiercely, or strongly-just like life. It can fill you with joy or dread, peace or fear-I think you see where I’m going with this. I love watching the snowfall and imagining all the different possibilities, all wrapped up…

On the 5th day of Christmas, I get to be with more family. Louisiana offers up a different feel than Christmas in Vermont, but all the good things are here too. It doesn’t matter if there’s snow or snowmen, s’mores around a campfire, or gators pulling Santa’s sleigh. It just matters that you’re open to…

Watching this never gets old