Glenda.

An earlier post had a link to my story Glenda over at the other blog. I checked the stats a few minutes ago and discovered that somebody had landed on that story two minutes before I made the post on this one. That’s what I call a bit freaky, or at least an odd coincidence.

But then, Glenda always was a powerful character. She’s the only one who I felt was in the room with me when I was typing up her story. She it was who told me what to call it, and she it was who told me which publisher to send it to. I’m wondering now whether the wind howling in my office chimney is actually her up on the rooftop, singing.