Let me tell you an idea that spasmodically surfaced in my brain for years.
Time is moving on What could I write about? Some pe.
Here I am, ninety-three years old, and if I seriously mean to write a book, I\'d better get busy.
A lot of afternoons and years passed when I didn\'t put a single word on paper for my "masterpiece." (Grocery lists don\'t count.) Suddenly, reality hit.
It probably would take two or three afternoons. "One day, I\'m going to write a book." Foolishly, I imagined.
Let me tell you an idea that spasmodically surfaced in my brain for years