Drowning. I'm drowning in books. Advance reader copies of Not Without My Father: One Woman's 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace. I'm part of a crack team of crazies: publisher, publicist and author. We're working together to get Not Without My Father covered everywhere on launch day - January 15, 2015!
I don't think it's fair for a bunch of strangers to read my book first. Not when so many of you were practically walking beside me on the Natchez Trace.
My Facebook feed combusted yesterday, a feeding frenzy of cat-calls and judgment.
Over a photo. At a Hollywood event.
Or making words. It's the same thing these days.
Our No Family Holidays With Family policy is breaking new ground this Thanksgiving. I need to take a trip for book research. To smell the scents. And haunt the haunted places. And tease out sounds from almost 200 years ago. Or millennia ago.
I'll take what I can get.
Yesterday was sucked into the final stages of getting Not Without My Father: One Woman's 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace ready for the publisher. Today, this is all I've got.
A text from Mom.
And my reply.