Another day (without ) another dollar

Another day of editing....
I began the story of how I began writing this book.
never at a loss to make up stories, I put pen to paper, and it was paper and waited to see where it would go.
It went to the sixties, a period which resonates with many of us still. Even those who were not there the first time around.
I began. With a name... Maizy. It must popped into my mind, and let her go.
That's the way I have always written, letters, notes or essays, but never having attempted a book before I did not know if it would be enough.
More later.....