Sound. As I type to the hum of traffic, the cross-hatch of MTM’s pen, the pulse of keys, I sob and wish sound weren’t a thing.

I know people who are virtually deaf. I don’t wish for that fate or mean to diminish their disability.

But I am waterboarded by the sound of my own voice. People want to hear me read my memoir.

Or they *think* they do.

They don’t know a theater critic once eviscerated my speaking voice in a review. “Etched in acid,” he crowed.Continue Reading

Andra Watkins Not Without My Father Back Cover

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.

So.Continue Reading