Here's the final teaser trailer for More Than Good Enough. Want to win a signed copy of the book? It's easy!
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On the book's birthday (1/8/2014) I'll pick three winners. Good luck!
I recently posted a picture of Sparty the Dog and Marsie the Cat on Facebook. For those of you who don’t know, Marsie and Sparty love each other.
Marsie is named after Mars and also (cough) after 30 Seconds to Mars, the epic band of awesomeness that totally helped inspire the NEED series.
Sparty is named after Spartacus, slave rebellion leader.
You would think that with these names Sparty and Marsie would be toughies. They are not toughies as the photos below show.
It begins with Sparty on the floor of the living room looking forlorn. Will Marsie ignore him? Will she rub her tail and side against his muzzle claiming ownership? What will happen?
“Please, please, please….” thinks Sparty. He expresses this thought by snorting.
Marsie responds to this look by flopping on her side and stretching out her paw. In cat language this means, “Come hither.” Or… sometimes in cat language this means, “I am going to claw your face off.”
Poor Sparty does not know what to think. Will it be a time for love? Or a time for scratching? A time of paw holding? Or a time of hisses and gouging?
“Love is hard,” he thinks. He expresses this thought by expelling gas out of his rectum. Sparty is after all part lab.
Luckily, Marsie likes the stinkiness of the Lab today. She reaches out her paw and voila! Love.
I know what I like to get for the holidays: BOOKS! And I know when I get a good book from someone that I can't wait to read, I feel like that person really gets that part of me. Books are personal, beautiful, transportive, funny, heartfelt, honest and touching. Give someone you love a book this year and you've earned a place in their heart.
To celebrate, I'm doing a giveaway--it's easy:
Pre-order INVISIBLE from Barnes & Noble, Amazon or your favorite indiebound bookstore and send proof of purchase to me at Dawn (dot) Metcalf (at) gmail.com for a chance to win a signed & doodled copy of INDELIBLE in time for Christmas!
Plus you can RT or FB this contest for an extra chance to win! Contest is open until Friday, December 20th, open to US residents only.
Of course, you can also get your own for the friends and family that you like best! INDELIBLE is available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, WalMart & an independent bookstore nearest you!
...and just *wait* til you see the cover reveal for INVISIBLE!
Happiest of holidays & Good Luck!
I also discovered (while looking for some props) that Walmart sells frankincense and myrrh. Or at least, incense of those smells. Who knew?
And then tonight, I drove over to the university to pick up my husband and realized that it wasn't contrails in the sky, it was an aurora! I've never seen one (we had some solar storms in Idaho but it was always cloudy), and we've even gone chasing them here when there's been an alert, but failed to see anything. But with no warning, there they were! Even in town with all the lights, inside the car, I could see them. Red and green and white. So pretty! And sort of like aliens landing. That, or like some kind of celestial flash mobbing in the sky. :) I had to pull off the road and call the kids to go take a look, because who knows how long these things last. Then when we got back, I took a few photos outside despite the cold. I'm sure that if you got out of town, they'd be really amazing. They are fairly common here, apparently (although not always visible due to frequent clouds)--this place is magnetically comparable to central Finland as far as auroras go.
It was very cool! So even if we have no colored lights INside--the OUTside has been outdoing itself today.
I went inside the Salvation Army after that, thinking about this. I was looking for a plain brown sheet to use as a prop, but there were all of these new quilts that people had spent considerable effort making (new) so that strangers freezing in North Dakota would have something to keep them warm. There was a drawing for an especially nice Christmas quilt. And I started thinking about all of the people all over the world, doing quiet, nice things that nobody ever talks about. All over the world, there are people who are doing good things. People like you. People not like you. People with tattoos and drinking problems and no beliefs whatsoever. Religious people who believe in things you think are bunk. And whether or not you think some of those people are like you at all, every one of those good things they're doing count. The good things YOU are doing count. Right now, in the moment--and in chain reactions you can't begin to imagine. So smile. And keep doing those good things. :)
Last Sunday, I brought the awesome kiddo named THE EMSTER back to college, which is about five hours away in normal driving times. But last Sunday was not normal driving times. Last Sunday was a day where:
1. A train derailed in Brooklyn killing people.
2. There was a 70-car pile up in Worcester, Mass.
3. About 50 cars went off the road on the turnpike I was driving on.
4. It took eight hours to get home instead of five.
And I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. I got the Emster down to college without going off the road or even slipping. I got out of Cambridge, Mass. without getting stuck in traffic any where. But once I was back in Maine, things got crazy again. It sleeted. It rained. It snowed. It hailed. It wasn't super bad weather, really, but it wasn't nice. The first few cars I came across all had tow trucks or state troopers helping them. Then there was the guy in the pick-up truck who was in the center median. His front grill was smashed into trees. I pulled over and so did another guy in a truck. I ran across the highway, which was kind of fun because it was like that old video game FROGGER and since I wasn't flattened by any semis, I totally made it to the next level. I tried to remember all my first aid. But the guy in the smashed-up pickup was totally fine and already calling for help. I got back in the car and drove more.
Another state-trooper covered accident.
Another accident without a trooper. But they were okay, too.
And then there was the Maine State trooper car that was smashed up, which seemed like a kind of bad sign.
And then there was a sudden stopping of all the cars on the highway.
"It is the apocalypse," I texted once the car was stopped. "Or maybe just an accident."
My friend texted back, "BE ALERT FOR ZOMBIES!"
And I wondered if he meant real zombies or people who become zombie like when a turnpike turns into a parking lot.
According to the truck driver in the Ames Hardware Store 18-wheeler, who was the source of all turnpike knowledge, there was a multi-car pile-up and we would be stopped for about an hour. That hour became two. Which was totally okay with me because it's nice to not be dead or have your car off the road.
And it seemed to kind of be okay with everyone. People got out of their cars, stepped into a darkness only illuminated by headlights. They stretched. They made friends. They walked into the woods in the middle of the highway and stumbled out again. Okay. That reminded me of zombies, honestly. They talked.
At one point, the truck driver came out of his truck with a mallet/sledgehammer type thing, which was kind of freaky, but he just used it to smash snow or something off his tires.
At one point, a woman sang Christmas carols off key as she walked between the cars. Thankfully, she stopped. This reminded me that one nice thing about a zombie apocalypse is a lack of off-key singing because zombies don't sing. Score one for zombies, honestly.
At one point, a man came around offering water bottles. They were not spiked with zombie virus. They were just Poland Spring water bottles.
People turned off their cars. People eventually stopped texting. People talked to each other (and not just about the off-key caroler, I swear). They talked about being stuck in the dark and the snow. They talked about their trips, their destinations, whether or not they should turn off their cars to save gas.
And at one point, cars started moving and everyone who was out of their cars sprinted back, which was humorous because the road way was slippery.
And then we all moved again, past tow trucks, past the accident scene, past other accidents, and home.
I kind of miss those people and Mr. Truckdriver (who would be totally handy in a real apocalypse) and I really hope the people in the accident weren't hurt, but what I love is how kind all these strangers on the turnpike were to each other and how quickly community can be built if you want it to be.
*SCORE! TWO BLOGS IN ONE DAY! - I feel all triumphant. *