Hello and welcome to my tower. This is where I plan to let down my long golden hair to be climbed so I can be rescued. I am excited to have time for the book I am working on. Now that the farm is gone and the leaves are starting to fall off the tree in my new back yard, I am content with this change of life. However, my words are unhappy in my mind and it is torturous. The joyous moments come when I put them down on blank pages. The people I left behind refused to hear my words, but it is my hope that I will meet new people that will want to read them. Until then, my blank pages always listen.