Guildford Waterstone’s Book Signing
I had a sore throat all week, so I took a pain killer before the signing. Even so, my voice kept trailing off while talking to customers, and I couldn’t recite my usual lengthy jail anecdotes or draw on my voice inflexion. Without the help of Charlotte, I wouldn’t have sold nowhere near the 40-something copies of Hard Time. I presently have no voice left. I can only whisper.
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