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Latest news on my books

posted Nov 6, 2018, 6:55 AM by Janie Watts   [ updated Nov 6, 2018, 7:00 AM ]

After a whirlwind early autumn of book events, things are now settling down a bit, and I have time to share a bit. First, my picture book is now carried at a new amazing book store at Chattanooga Mercantile, Happy Little Book Garden and More.  This store is in East Ridge not far from I-75. Next year, I'll plan to have a reading there.
Gift store Seed Goods, down by Coolidge Park in Chattanooga, now carries all of my books.  This store features a diverse collection of gifts.
If you are in the area, please check out both these stores to see my books and all the other possible gifts they offer for the upcoming holidays.
For those in the Ootlewah area, please come see me on Saturday, November 17 at 10 a.m. to noon at the gift store Cottage Treasures. I'll be signing books there as part of their open house.
On Saturday, December 8, I'll be at Grace Episcopal with artist Lyn Martin at a holiday market event. We'll have copies of Pap Pap Goes to Paris and my other grown-up books, too. Lyn will bring some of her art work. 
If you can't come to these events and want a Pap Pap Goes to Paris book, they are also now at Dogwood Books in Rome, GA, Michael's  Fine Arts in Dalton, GA, Starline Books in Chattanooga, Vintage Gathering in Ringgold, GA, Chaucer's in Santa Barbara, CA, and available through Barnes and Noble or
I hope to see you at one of my events, but if I don't, please have blessed holidays and drive safely. 

September and October Book Events

posted Aug 30, 2018, 1:29 PM by Janie Watts   [ updated Sep 13, 2018, 7:19 AM ]

Friday, September 21, Reading at Woodstation Elementary School to primary grades.
Saturday and Sunday, October 13 and 14, Signing books at Prater's Mill along with author Mike Ragland of Rome, GA.
Friday, October 19, 5 -8 p.m., Signing books with artist Lyn Martin, at Michael's Fine Art and Frames in Dalton, GA.
Sunday, October 21, Book talk on my short story collection, Mothers, Sons, Beloveds, and Other Strangers, at Collegedale Library
Saturday, October 27, Rome, GA, Chiaha Festival. Signing books.

Upcoming Events (August and September, 2018)

posted Aug 11, 2018, 3:20 PM by Janie Watts   [ updated Aug 22, 2018, 3:21 PM ]

Star Line Books, Chattanooga, TN, Saturday, August 25, 11 a.m. I'll be reading from Pap Pap Goes to Paris, and so does Ricky. 

Decatur Book Festival, Decatur, GA, Saturday and Sunday, September 1 and 2, 12 noon to 2 p.m. I'll be at Booth 621 in the Children's area along Sycamore Street and near the Decatur Public Library signing copies of Pap Pap Goes to Paris, and so does Ricky. Look for the booth marked "SCBWI" (Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators.  

I hope to see you at one of my events!

For those who cannot make it, this book is carried in several places. Star Line Books in Chattanooga, Vintage Gathering in Ringgold, GA, Chaucer's Books in Santa Barbara, CA and also is available online at and

Pap Pap Goes to Paris, and so does Ricky signings

posted Jul 16, 2018, 2:27 PM by Janie Watts   [ updated Jul 16, 2018, 2:45 PM ]

Merci beaucoup to all my reader friends who have come out to our many book signings since the book was released May 3, 2018. If you enjoyed the story, please post your review on or at or

We have enjoyed meeting readers at Vintage Gathering, The Chattanooga Readers and Writers Fair, and at Barnes and Noble in Chattanooga. Next up: Star Line Book Store reading on Saturday morning, August 25. 

New Interview with Amphibian Press

posted Jun 26, 2018, 4:31 PM by Janie Watts

Marissa Frosch of Amphibian Press interviews me about my journey as a writer. I talk about inspiration, the process, marketing, novels, short stories, and non-fiction works. Grab a cool drink and enjoy!

BOOK SIGNING Barnes and Noble on Bastille Day (July 14)

posted Jun 21, 2018, 1:15 PM by Janie Watts

Pap Pap and Ricky will travel to Chattanooga's Barnes and Noble on 
Bastille Day, Saturday, July 14 from noon till 2 p.m. Artist Lyn Martin has created some coloring pages to share with the children who attend. Looking forward to seeing you there!

Goodreads Giveaway June 7-19 for Pap Pap Goes to Paris!

posted Jun 5, 2018, 6:53 PM by Janie Watts   [ updated Jun 5, 2018, 6:59 PM ]

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A Trip to Paris-Mais Oui!

posted May 9, 2018, 1:27 PM by Janie Watts

Did you ever wish you could jump on a plane and travel to Paris for a few days? So does Ricky, five. Seeing his grandfather's snow globe of the Eiffel Tower, he decides he should accompany his Pap Pap on a brief trip to France. Together, they fly to Paris and experience everything from cobblestones to croissants to Parisians adoring their little dogs. A sightseeing cruise on the Seine takes them to the highlight of the trip, the Eiffel Tower.  There, Ricky and Pap Pap work together to conquer  almost 700 stairs. Ricky learns the power of persistence and the importance of spending time with family.
This charming story is illustrated in bright colors by artist Lyn Martin, who has her work featured in some 35 books. 
Inspired by my grandson's desire to see the Eiffel Tower, I wrote this book, so he could "visit."  I hope you will enjoy the journey there as much as I have enjoyed creating this story. 
Now available at and, and at independent bookstores by special order.

Short story collection now published!

posted Apr 5, 2017, 8:04 AM by Janie Watts   [ updated Apr 26, 2017, 11:20 AM ]

Mothers, Sons, Beloveds, and Other Strangers (2017, Bold Horses Press) is now available. If you are in the Ringgold-Chattanooga area, please join me on Sunday, June 4, 2-4 p.m. at Vintage Gathering for my book signing, or at Hamilton Place Mall Barnes and Noble on Saturday, June 10, 2-4 p.m. 

To learn more, please visit, and click on "Janie Dempsey Watts." 

A Neighbor's Gift

posted Dec 21, 2016, 3:06 PM by Janie Watts

She lived up the street in an aging house, and she was my friend.  With her neck permanently bent down at an angle from the ravages of arthritis, Mrs. B. was a kind and welcoming neighbor who invited me into her darkened living room filled with dusty books and ferns. The antimacassars placed on the sturdy chair arms could hide wear and tear, but not the musty smell of passing time. The house was silent except for the sound of a ticking grandfather clock, and when she spoke, it was with a voice low and gravelly, but always cultured.

Unlike many of our southern neighbors, she offered nothing to drink or eat. Our conversations were food enough. She would ask me about my day at school, what I liked to study, and what was I reading?  I was 10 or 11, and being the youngest of four children, not accustomed to so much attention from someone who seemed to have all the time in the world.

If I were lucky, Mrs. B. would take time to recite her favorite poem by the English poet William Blake.

“Tyger, tyger, burning bright.

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

Enraptured by her clear enunciation, the rise and fall of her voice emphasizing words she thought important, I sat still and listened. I imagined the huge tiger and a dark green jungle filled with ferns much like those perched on a shelf behind her sofa. I peered through the leafy ferns, hoping to catch a glimpse of the big cat’s eyes.

She recited the poem in its entirety. Afterwards, for a few minutes, we sat in shared silence.


          This happened on more than one occasion, and each time Mrs. B. recited her Tyger poem, she seemed to be in another world, in a place and time far away from the confines of her aging house and crooked body. Her hooded blue eyes would fill with light.

          Year round, I stopped at the squeaky, vine-covered gate to enter her yard and climb the stairs to her porch. I’d ring the doorbell, and she would welcome me into her world. One December when Christmas was approaching, she offered me a seat, and with much mischief in her eyes, she announced she had a gift for me.  With faltering steps, she left the living room to retrieve the present from another part of the house.

I waited, anticipating what I was about to receive. I let my eyes wander around the room to see the books, the ferns, the dim light that filtered through the yellowed windows.  I knew she didn’t have a lot of money, and I wondered if she would give me one of her books, perhaps even the book with the tiger poem.  She returned with a rectangular box wrapped in plain white tissue paper, the size of a book.   She placed the gift in my hands. 

“Would you like to open it now?” she asked.

Yes,” I answered, although I knew it was a book.  I would act surprised when I opened it. This would make her happy.  I placed my finger under the seam and ripped up, expecting to see a dusty cover. Instead, I saw yellow and black, some type of label. A box of prunes!

“Oh,” was the only word that popped out of my mouth. And a few seconds later, “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now, would you like to hear the tiger poem?”

“Yes,” I answered.  She sat down near me and began with a dramatic flourish.

“Tyger, tyger, burning bright…”

On this afternoon, I was not transported to the jungle. All I could think about was the box of prunes sitting on my lap. Why had she given me with such an odd gift? I knew enough to act pleased with her gift, even though I was puzzled. I was having a hard time understanding why anyone would wrap up a box of prunes for a child.  Didn’t she know most children didn’t eat prunes? As soon as she finished the tiger poem, I’d thank her and run home to show Mama. Maybe she could make some sense of it.

A half century has passed since I got that box of prunes, and I am now closer to the age she was when I knew her. Unable to drive, and confined to her house, Mrs. B. wanted to share what she had. She took something she liked from her pantry and wrapped it up. She gave what she had on hand. She was a proper sort of person, well mannered, and she wanted to participate in a Christmas ritual.

I am ashamed to say I cannot remember if I gave her anything at all.  If I did, it was probably something handmade such as one of my horse drawings.

All these years later, I’ve changed my mind about those prunes. I’ve come to appreciate their rich, moist flavor, and I’m pleased when someone gives me dried fruit at Christmas.  I smile when I think of unwrapping that yellow and black box, yet I realize that gift taught me how to think beyond my expectations, how to receive a present graciously, especially one that seems odd.

I also now realize Mrs. B. was my first literary friend. What has endured is her real gift to me:  an appreciation for books and poetry, a love for the cadence of words, and always, a soaring imagination.


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