My Snowman

Here's your stealth entry for this week. I grew up with this candle, back in Manlius, NY, the Land of Ice and Snow. When my parents got divorced in 1976, my mom started to burn this candle, as her way of saying goodbye to winter. I started to cry. She got mad at me for not wanting her to burn the candle, but I got my way. The snowman is here in Tucson with me, in this very room, 29 years later.

Karen

Tonight's stealth entry

Writer's Weekly Question #7: Is there one character that you have created that is truly you and not just a "shard?" What makes that character totally you and where does that character fit into your fiction?

Someday I'll write an answer to this. Short version:

No.