Come sit with me awhile for I must tell you something. For weeks I've carried it around. There are so many parts to it, I don't know which one to start with. Perhaps they're like life has been sometimes, not very clear.

I'm not sure why this is the day for it. I just know it is. Having time to spend because of this leg problem has triggered an avalanche that will find a place to land.

That book, the one I've so wanted to write, Last night I wrote the first chapter, and thought of a possible title, although now may be a little early for that. This morning the book was the first thing I thought about, so I sat down and wrote chapter two, hardly knowing what to do with even more ideas for it surfacing.

I understand being published is a very long shot, but this is not just about seeing my name on some book. It's about women these last sixty years in America who I hope I'll be speaking for. I would tell you more here, but prefer surprising you with some of it. The getting started with it is a natural high I can hardly describe.

When I began blogging about two years ago, I think I wrote something about going down trails. Not being very analytical, sometimes I don't notice all the details, so I'm not sure about that. I am sure I've been on many journeys, and when I understood the difference between them and where I thought I was going, life began making more sense. So come with me as I explore this one, and we'll see how the traveling is.