Only I won’t be.
Here.
Because writing demands isolation. Solitude. Aloneness. To hear the voices.
For the next week, I will be immersed. On Edisto . Comparing earth to water to say. Walking. But not responding to comments. Or reading blogs.
I don’t know how to elaborate. Because anything I type comes off as bitchy. And I am not a bitch.Continue Reading
I get tired of MTM’s package. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I like to unwrap things as much as the next girl……even when I know what’s inside.
Especially when I know what’s inside.
I don’t like surprises.
But MTM and his package……..how do I type this?Continue Reading
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.