I am woman...hear me write
For all of you just waiting to get your hot little hands on an audio copy of My Summer of Southern Discomfort, I have wonderful news. Southern Voices Audio has released my book on CD and cassette. I'm not reading the book and that's probably just as well, because I'd spend half the time finishing a sentence to say, "Oh, hell. Can I change that? No, well, can I add a three-legged elf? I think this scene needs something more." This kind of behavior is what stands between me and an appearance on Oprah. Really.
Instead of me, actress Julie Dretzin reads the book, and from the sample audio I heard, she does a terrific job. She does a good Lala.
As I was thinking about recording and books I was imagining what it would sound like to record a book being written. I realized that would be dull. Very, very dull. You'd hear some paper rustling, furious typing, and then silence. Lots and lots of silence, broken by an occasional curse word and a muttered question, like, "Well, where is she buried?"
So I think I'll leave the recordings to the finished product and the readings to the actresses, unless someone wants to record me reading a fantastic story about a three-legged elf.