I was raised with a dozen brothers and sisters so having a 'say' wasn't possible. But no one can speak louder than written words. Writing was my way of expressing my opinions or ideas without having to endure the critisms, at least as long as no one reads what I write.

I wrote a rather interesting novel a few years ago. Interesting because I don't know where the ideas came from. Almost everything I wrote had nothing to do with my life or any life experiences of anyone I knew. It was interesting to just let the ideas and emotions flow from my fingers to the keyboard without any real thought or plan. It was like the story took on a life all its own.

When we moved to Wasilla I found the manuscript and it is now on a shelf in the office, waiting. No one has every read it, not even I have read it since finishing (???) it over ten years ago.

One day soo I will take it from the shelf and read it. I think maybe I will even publish it here, one chapter at a time. I have already decided NOT to rewrite or change anything. I have it on a disk which should be easy to paste and copy....we'll see.