Friday, December 30, 2011

What I hope for in the New Year

Closeness. Peace. A decent haircut.

I'm thinking about doing a "Julie & Julia" type blog where I date my way through three major dating search engines.  (should I? shouldn't I?)

I'm hoping I can keep my fingernails in better shape.

Oh and loose ten pounds. Guess we have to put that in there.

But there's something about a new year that is full of hope. A clean slate. Starting again.

I hope that things continue to go well with my book sales. I'd love to be able to quit the "day job" and help out more with my elderly parents (who are doing great right now, but I want to be sure I'm ready in case I need to take care of them.)

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

New Year's Book Giveaway Blog Hop

Welcome to the year of writing dangerously!
I'm pleased to be participating in the giveaway blog hop, which is hosted by "I Am a Reader, Not a Writer" blog and Bab's Book Bistro (don't you just love that name? A lot of alliteration. I love it. Say it three times fast)

Here's the 4-1-1 and tips on how you can WIN free stuff.
First, everyone who leaves a comment on this blog will get a coupon code for a FREE electronic copy of my latest novel, "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves" (what better for the new year?) You can read a bit more about it--including a sample chapter--- here.

Second, all of those who leave a comment will be entered into a drawing to win a FREE hardcover copy of "Traveling Light" by Max Lucado OR "Love" by Toni Morrison. (winner's choice). I am giving the winner a choice because, in the interest of full disclosure, "Traveling Light" is a religious book. I love Max Lucado (particularly his "Applause of Heaven") and while I make no apologies for my beliefs, I do NOT want anyone to think they were being "back-door evangelized," so if you'd prefer (or if you've already read the Lucado book) you can have a hardcover copy of "Love" by Toni Morrison. I think both authors write with an intense sense of imagery and emotion---so please feel free to pick the one you wish. (Though please be aware that the Morrison book is PG-13).

Not trying to offend anyone, just keeping it real.

PLUS if you've happened to land here on or before the 30th, you've got a special treat....right now my first novel, "Saint Jude," (which is about a young adult with bipolar disorder) is FREE on Amazon throughout December 30. It's a part of some promo thing I'm working on, so if you want to get a free copy for your Kindle, just click here and (hopefully) enjoy!

So in short:
1. Leave a comment to get a FREE e-copy of "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves"
2. When you leave a comment, please leave your e-mail addy OR, if you prefer to send it privately, you can send it to me at dawndeannawilson@gmail.com
3. All those who comment will be placed in a drawing to win a hardcover book: either "Traveling Light" by Max Lucado OR "Love" by Toni Morrison (winner's choice).
4. I will post a video of me drawing the name of the winner from a hat (I know it's hokey, but I love the theatrical) .
5. I will contact that winner via e-mail to get his/her snail mail addy and send the book of his/her choice.

Also, I do NOT send your e-mails, addresses, etc. to some kind of spam list, because 1) that is just not cool 2) I wouldn't know how to do that anyway and 3) that is totally rude.

So...read the sample chapter of my "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves" right here if you want to see if it's your cup of tea (I've had a blast writing it and I really do think you'll enjoy it). Hang around a bit. I'll talk about some of my favorite characters I created for the book, and I'll talk to you about HOW I came up with the characters.  So have some coffee. Have fun. Chill out. Follow my blog because I'm insecure and need validation...
But last, and CERTAINLY not least, PLEASE visit the other blogs on this list to get other chances to win cool free stuff.
And on behalf of writers everywhere---thank you. Writing can be a solitary profession, and it's great to connect with readers.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Cool Maya Angelou Quote

I love this quote:

"Life is pure adventure,
and the sooner we realize that,
the quicker we will be able to treat
life as art."

Saturday, December 24, 2011

A Cool Christmas Video

Merry Christmas to my friends, readers and followers---no matter your faith---know that at this time when I celebrate the birth of my Savior that I am thankful for you and the many, many blessings I have.

I have so much more than I even remotely deserve. We are loved far beyond our capacity to imagine.

I wanted to leave you with this.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Kindle and e-Publishing 4-1-1--plus writing tools


I finally did it.
So many people have asked me about the indie e-publishing movement and how to get on board and self publish their book that I’ve actually made a link to a short guide on my website.
So in celebration of the 99-cent indie book blowout (click icon to the right), I’ve posted a link to this quick guide.
You can find it here:
But before you go there, I highly suggest you review some of the great tips (new for some, a refresher for others) from my creative writing classes at this link:
One important caveate about self publishing on Kindle—and author JA Konrath said it best in this article from USA Today:

But before you quit your day job to become a best-selling e-book writer, Konrath points out that the vast number of books released in any form, print or e-book, don't sell. To become a successful writer, talent, hard work and self-promotion are important. But publishing remains, at heart, a lottery. "I've always had that caveat. You have to get lucky," he says

Link to the full article is: here

Though that may sound discouraging, it does hit on one note:
We write because we love to write. It’s fun. It’s cheaper than therapy. The bottom line is we continue to write, whether we become writer millionaires or not. There’s got to be a love for the process.
And why does it seem that so many books / discussions about writing deal with the publishing or e-publishing process and not the craft of writing? That’s like wanting to be an Olympic figure skater and obsess over what network will carry the Olympics instead of perfecting your figure skating.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

What is it like finishing a book?

Exciting. Frustrating. A relief. A terror.
Maybe a bit gassy.
Maybe all of the above.

I'm very excited about the release of my next book-- "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves"--(no relation to the movie that is also coming out about New Year's Eve---though (expletive) I have been working on this novel  for the past three years)

But what's it like to finish a book? Some writers have routines. They do something. They treat themselves.
Some get emotional and cry.
What do you do?
Well...
...for me I have kind of a state of shock. I feel like I've just gotten off a really bad carnival ride--one of those that thrashes you around. It's like a wave of relief followed by...now what?  In many ways, after the final edit, the work continues. You have to put it out in the world. You wonder if anyone will like it. You wonder if it will play well with others, eat its vegetables, and wear its boots in the rain.
You treat it like a child.
And there's the contradiction. It's not a child. It's a thing, but it's a living breathing thing.
For me, I get the shakes. Kind of like the adrenaline dump that you get after being in a minor fender bender. I have a moment of surreal...what just happened?
It's like the dog who chased the car for three years finally caught it.
What did I catch?
You can read the first chapter for free at www.carrawaybaypress.com
The book is 99 cents through...well, New Year's Eve as a part of the Indie Book Collective Promo.

SHOULD I have a routine when I finish a book? Any suggestions? What do you do? Should it be a major deal, like the writer in "Misery" who ceremoniously has a cigarette and a bottle of expensive wine? Should it be something crazy like putting on a pink wig and doing karaoke night?
I don't know.
Maybe the ceremony for me is that there is no ceremony. Maybe because I feel through promotions that I will still be dealing with these characters.
But I'm open for suggestions....

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

WHEW!!! It's done!!! Ten Thousand New Year's Eves is now on Kindle

Thank God!

It's a strange feeling, finishing a book---but that's really an entire post in itself.
Long story short, I finally found a new cover (I like it better than the one below) and the book is already up on Kindle. I'm selling it for 99 cents until Jan. 2---and I'll be participating in a giveaway where folks can get free copies in mid December. I'll also start shopping around the print rights in the new year.

I'll be posting excerpts, etc. in a couple of weeks.
Meanwhile-- "like" me by following the Amazon link (if you please) and celebrate the release with me.


"Imagine this: It's New Year's Eve and you're at a party, in a ballroom, standing beneath a crystal chandelier. At midnight, you look up. On each piece of cut crystal you see an image of someone else's New Year's Eve. In "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves," Dawn DeAnna Wilson shines a light through that chandelier, illuminating a handful of random (or are they?) characters, luring us in, drawing the lines, revealing a simple but powerful truth--we are all connected."
-----Billie Hinton, author, "claire-obscure"







About the book:


Mallory has a neurological condition which causes her to see certain letters in different colors and taste certain flavors whenever she hears sound. The condition is synesthesia, and researchers believe it may be caused by overlapping brain neurons...but try explaining that to her well-meaning but clueless friend Rochelle, who seems to be more concerned with rescuing animals. 

Rochelle takes Mallory to New York City for New Year's Eve to help Mallory forget about the man she has a crush on, and en route to city, their paths intersect other pilgrims seeking a new beginning, including:

Stephen, a washed-up contemporary Christian singer who has "crossed over" to mainstream rock music and is expected to perform in Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Tad, a NYPD wannabe who never finished police academy due to a bad knee.

River, a tree-hugging kayak enthusiast who believes she's in love with Poseidon, the god of the sea.

David, a psychologist who is conducting extensive research about synesthesia...and Mallory...

Wendy, a teenage gospel singing sensation who is madly in love with her minster's nephew, but she cannot tell him the truth about a past relationship.

Liam, a blind man who is not what he seems.

Kelso, a nervous German Shepherd and former police dog who has been traumatized by an event in his past.

The novel takes the reader from North Carolina to Atlanta to New York City, illustrating that all things are bound together in a web of life---all things connect. What we do to the web, we do to ourselves.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

On short hiatus for rest of November---why? You'll see

I am participating in TWO major promos for my upcoming novel "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves." The book is finished, though the last three chapters are giving me a bit of trouble in the revision process. Also, I am having the book copyedited by a professional freelance company (I'll be happy to suggest companies for you if you need a good copy editor.)

So to be sure the book is polished and ready in time, I'm taking a short hiatus until December 1. Because it makes no sense to write up the blog and miss my deadline.

If for some reason you did not get your code from the Halloween Spooktacular, please e-mail me at dawndeannawilson@gmail.com.

I will be having similar promos where you can get the book for free, and might even have a "beta" test version of it up on Kindle (to test the links, etc.)  for 99 cents (though I can't guarnatee all the typos will be caught in that beta version.

In the meantime, here's the 4-1-1 for the upcoming novel:

Mallory has synesthesia: her brain is wired so that she sees letters and numbers in color. Recently, she has noticed certain tastes that occurr when she sees certain words. Her friend Rochelle, fearing that Mallory  is developing an unhealthy crush on a psychologist who is researching her (David), whisks her away to New York for New Year's Eve. This novel follows the paths of Mallory, David, and others who are seeking out their new beginnings that night. These seekers include a police academy drop-out, a washed-up Christian rock singer, a schizophrenic kayak enthusiast, and a neurotic bomb-sniffing dog. These characters are unaware that they are actually linked to one another as midnight appraoches...

Did everyone get a coupon code?

I just wanted to double check to be sure that everyone who particpated in the Spooktacular got a coupon code. If you didn't, please e-mail me at dawndeannawilson@gmail.com and I will get it to you ASAP.

Thanks to all those who made the blog hop possible.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Tips for a sore "mouse muscle"

I want to talk a bit about the physical aspect ofwriting---since we rarely think of writing as physical unless we have a problem. I’ve complained about arm and hand strains before to a massage therapist. I still don’t know what it’s properly called, but I call it the mouse muscle, and it seems to be right around the elbow. A while back, it got incredibly sore and I had to use the mouse with my left hand (I’m right--handed), which feels very unnatural. I’ve also been known to have a flare up of carpel tunnel every now and again.

I confess, before I had carpel tunnel, I didn’t really understand how debilitating these repetitive motion injuries could be. For me, thankfully, relief came from massage therapy, arm braces and Advil –the arm braces were very helpful because when I sleep I rest my head on my hand, which I’m sure doesn’t help.

I think that it is technically a type of tendonitis that gives an ache to the mouse muscle, which is kind of like tennis elbow (which I’ve learned has very little to do with playing tennis).

I’m in that “ounceof prevention = pound of cure” club, so here’s some tips I’ve gathered on how to take care of your hands. (oh, and my lawyer wants me to insert a disclaimer –i.e. I’m not a medical doctor, if you try this stuff and die, don’t sue me, yada, yada, yada…)

Use of the proper technique when using your mouse can help. Here are some useful diagrams at this occupational health website:


For me personally, massage therapy has helped a lot---particuarly with my mousemuscle. Parafin wax treatments have helped my hands and wrists.

Also, ake time to stop and stretch. Ask your doctor / nurse / massage therapist to show you some useful stretches to help. A good yoga routine could be helpful as well.

I’ve found it helps me to perform a workout that involves the muscles in a different range of motion (kayaking, for example).

Check the height of your office chair. I’ve found if mine off, it will knock everything else out of kilter.

Here's some more info:

Good exercises--

http://www.livestrong.com/article/218011-how-to-exercise-the-mouse-finger/

What to do if it hurts:

http://www.livestrong.com/article/395316-what-to-do-for-tennis-elbow/

Anyone else have any methods that help you'd like to add?

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Halloween Spooktacular---and the #1 THING THAT SCARES ME

Thanks for joining me and all the other bloggers during this blog hop as a part of the Spooktacular. If you'd like to get a free copy of my short story collection, just leave a comment, or follow the instructions at right to click on the wonderful blog, "I'm a reader, not a writer."

To celebrate this week, I've counted down the top ten things that scare the crap out of me.

Feel free to scroll through past entries, but to recap, they were:

#10. Bob Saget
#9. Parking Garages
#8 Ventriloquist Dummies
#7. Going to the bathroom in strange places
#6. My sister's cat
#5. Tales told around the campfire
#4. Paranormal stuff
#3. Heights
#2. Eyeballs...


And the #1 thing that scares the crap out of me?

THE MOTHMAN!!!!!!!!!

Okay, this is to show people why the Mothman Prophecies movie scared the crapola out of me. I am convinced I saw the mothman. Now before everyone dismisses me as a conspiracy theorist, let me just say that I am typically the logical sort. I realize that this may have been some kind of rapid flying squirrel from hell, or an earlier reincarnation of my sister's evil cat...all I'm saying is whatever it was, I'm calling it Mothman.


The  Mothman was a creature or something that was most famously seen around Point Pleasant, West Virginia.

Here's a two-minute primer from Animal Planet. And for the record, there is also a school of thought that the Mothman doesn't CAUSE these disasters, but rather is a warning, or harbinger.



Here's my story...

 I was in 10th grade, it was the middle of the night and I felt kind of barfy. So I went to the bathroom. (it's a second story bathroom that overlooks the pasture behind our house). I looked out the window and saw this bat-like thing with red eyes--just all the descriptions you hear about the mothman.

Note: this was not a bat (wasn't flapping wings), was not an owl (give me a break), it wasn't a crane or bird.  The thing that really struck me--and that you see in all the Mothman stories--was that it was moving toward me, flying, but was not flapping its wings. There was something really creepy about it, and I just had this feeling of dread.

So being the logical sort, I thought it was just the result of a fever or feeling as I mentioned, "barfy." As a writer, I realize that I do tend to let my imagination run away with me.

This is supposedly a drawing --possibly from a
police report about the Mothman. I swear to
you guys--this looks EXACTLY like what
I saw.  When I saw this picture, I couldn't
feel my legs or fingers.....
So I wiped my face with a cold washcloth, slapped my cheek a bit and rubbed my eyes, thinking, "man, that was a strange hallucination." Then I looked back out the window ...
.......AND IT WAS STILL THERE!!!!

That's what freaked me out. That and it seemed to fly closer to me without moving it's wings. Not an owl, though maybe it could have been a big bat (but it didn't move its wings) So I screamed and mom came in and of course it was gone.

On the plus side, I had forgotten about barfing.

Now before everyone dismisses me as some kind of nut---let me relate this story:
Some of my Facebook friends had asked what was the deal with me and the Mothman (I think there was some silly quiz about what frightened you or what not) and so I just wrote the whole epistle about my encounter with the mothman....
...then one of my FB friends told me she was babysitting not far from where I live and saw the same thing.

Her account, as posted on my FB wall:

"Now this is weird, Dawn, because I had a similar thing happen not too far from your house when I was in high school. I was babysitting and the home was in a cul-de-sac. I saw the same thing. I was babysitting these two little girls and I had put them in bed. The littlest girl yelled from the bedroom and told me she had seen a monster climb up her wall and was scared. I thought she was just lonely. So I went to her room, retucked her in and went to the dining room and looked out the window into the cul-de-sac and I saw what looked like a dark skinned very old man with red eyes. It looked at me and then moved toward me JUST LIKE YOU DESCRIBED. I got the girls in one room and we huddled up until the parents came home. I was so freaked out and scared the kids so badly that the parents never let me babysit again after that. The part that always scared me so bad about the "apparition" was that it was looking at me through the window before I saw it, like it was expecting me. That is what I never shook."

I forgot about it until 20+ years later when I saw the Mothman Prophecies movie. It really freaked me out ---bad---but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Then, out of curiosity, I went online and looked up some of the sketch stuff that people had submitted that were in police reports and thought, "that looks familiar" then I realized I had seen it before....

So, whatever it was---whether it was a bat or bad mayo or some crazed flying squirrel having a crack fit--- it scared the poop out of me. So I'm just calling it the mothman, because I'm afraid if I discount it I will accidentally summon the mothman.

And here's the trailer from the Mothman Prophecies movie... I had to drive home from a blind date in Raleigh after I saw this movie. I was sufficiently creeped out.



And that's all I have to say about that.

Thanks for joining me.
Feel free to follow my blog. I'm releasing a book on Kindle in December, and if you follow, you'll get first dips on a coupon code to get it for free, too. It's called "Ten Thousand New Year's Eves," and it follows seven people (and a bomb-sniffing dog) on their search for new beginnings.

And btw, if you do like me, please "like" my books on Amazon.com. I mean, don't do it if you do NOT like me (no hard feelings there).

Thanks and please feel free to support our authors and the awesome "I am a reader, not a writer, blog."
Peace out.

#2 on my countdown list....

Things that scare the crap out of me?

#2 EYEBALLS!!!!

I cannot stand anything near, around or even looking like it's coming into my eye. When I saw the movie "Minority Report," and the "I have to have an eye transplant to evade the retinal scanner detection" scene--it didn't matter that things were SUGGESTED instead of SHOWN. I felt myself swoon.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Demonic Cat Update---and Alfred Hitchcock Trailer

DEMONIC CAT UPDATE:  As if realizing I had profaned him in the blogosphere, my sister’s cat (#6 on the list of things that scare the crap out of me) just recently threw up on the top of her new car. Some of it leaked into the car itself. My, that’s a great way to start your morning. And yes, the car was in the garage. There are those of you who will say “Oh, the poor cat. He was sick. He couldn’t help it.” 
Riiiiiiight.
Trust me. It was planned. 
The only thing that cat is sick over is that he didn’t get to barf all over ME.

Now, to continue with the Spooktacular giveaway (details in sidebar at right)….
So many of you have come SO CLOSE to guessing the #1 on my list to win FREE copies of all three of my books, that I’m giving one more hint – a BIG one. In fact, this is probably going to give it away, but heck, this is all supposed to be in fun…

This “creature” was featured in a movie that starred Richard Gere.

But now, on with my countdown with #4 and #3 of the top 10 things that scare the you-know-what out of me…

#4. Paranormal stuff

Okay, first let me make this statement and get it out of the way: I respect what other people believe. It’s the first amendment and God Bless America. I do not apologize for what I believe, nor do I force or push my belief system on others, though I am not ashamed of what I believe.
That being said, I am a sincere (albeit heavily flawed) Christian, and I personally believe there is a reason that in the Bible, God says about the paranormal: Do. Not. Mess. With. That. Stuff.
Well, He doesn’t say it like that, of course.
I know that believing in ghosts is not theologically sound, but let’s just say that I’ve experienced some things that defy all scientific explanation. It totally freaks me out, and that’s one reason why you won’t see me going into amateur ghostbusting or ghost tours. I don’t know what that stuff is. I just know that ---whatever it is---it is real. Let's face it--when it comes down to it, we know relatively  little about the universe.
And whatever this stuff is, it scares the crap out of me.
So—I’m not messing with it.
Why? The story (one of many):

I was at a writer’s retreat, staying in a room that was reputed to be haunted. Writers in that room have experienced something sitting on the bed with them, items neatly arranged in order / lost/ reclaimed without any explanation, and doors loudly slamming when it is obvious that there is no one else on that side of the house.
For some reason, the ghost (or whatever it is) only bothers women, and if you are easily wigged out by it, it messes with you. If you aren’t, it leaves you alone. (And yes, I found that out through trial and error). Long story short, I was staying in a room beside the “ghost room” (because I was totally creeped out). I was taking a break in the communal kitchen and my writing group partner, B (who was also in residence) came by. She was surprised when she saw me.
“I thought you were in your room.”
“No, “ I said.
“How long have you been here?”
“About twenty minutes. Why?”
“I just walked by your room to ask you if you wanted some tea, but I heard you typing on your laptop really loudly, and I thought ‘Dawn must be in the zone’ so I didn’t bother you.”
Yep, you figured it out.
THERE WAS NO ONE IN MY ROOM WHEN SHE HEARD THIS.
And no one on the other end of the house.
What did I do?
I played the Jesus card.  I don’t know what it is/was, and I do NOT want to mess with it. In fact, I don’t WANT to know what it is. Like I said, prayer is a part of my personal belief system. I don’t apologize for it.
So if other folks want to find out about the “Ghost” in that room, go for it. But not me.
I’ve also had other mild paranormal experiences like this (one while working as a tour guide at Biltmore House in Asheville—but that’s a story for another Halloween.)

#3. Heights
I’ve always, always, been afraid of heights. Ever since I was a little girl. I don’t know why. I’ve never fallen or been trapped on a roof. Airplanes only bother me on take off and landing (because looking down from so high is kind of surreal that it all looks like a movie set).  But otherwise, I get shaky when I stand up on a stepladder more than two steps high. I’ve only fairly recently got to the place where I could change lightbulbs without shaking.
Well, this clip describes it all. Alfred Hitchcock was absolutely brilliant. I also love me some Jimmy Stewart.
Man! I miss men wearing SUITS!


Tomorrow--#2 and #1
Also, feel free to follow my blog. I've got some good stuff coming up---mainly info on Kindle publishing, ergonomics, and other crazy random stuff.

Also--some of you may be surprised to note: SNAKES and SPIDERS are NOT on my top list. Not at all. 
Snake in the garage? No problem. (granted, I'm not thrilled over it, but no problem.). HUGE spider web at the back door? No problem. In fact, maybe it will eat some of the gazillion mosquitoes that frequent Eastern North Carolina. 
But ask me to stand on a stepladder and change a lightbulb? Freak out city.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Spooktacular continues--and #5 on my scary stuff countdown

Sidebar...I need to give a THANK YOU to Inspired Kathy
Who is Inspired Kathy? Is she a literary haiku goddess who beckons Fitzgeralds and Heminways to Valhalla? (or however it is spelled?) Quite possibly. But I know her as the person who set up this way cool blog hop.
This is a part of a blog hop giveaway promo. Details for how you can get a free book (and have a chance to win THREE free books) are in the sidebar at the right.
At the end of my “#5” on my creep out list, I’ve listed the entire blog hop participant list as links below so you can easily HOP from here to your next blog stop. Many, many thanks to Inspired Kathy because her extra effort has made things a lot easier on us.

ALSO: if you prefer NOT to leave your email in a comment, you may e-mail me privately at dawndeannawilson@gmail.com and enjoy the blog hop!
And dude---I’m noticing I’m getting a lot of hits from Russia. If you’re Russian and you want me to send you a copy of all three books, heck, I’ll do it, just for the sake of international relations. Seriously, I’m fascinated by the way the internet has made it easier to connect. Makes me wish I could travel more (but since I am a writer, there’s not a whole lot of $$ there!)

Continuing with the top ten things that scare the @#$@# out of me....

5. Tales told around the campfire

It’s not that these tales are really scary, per se, it’s just that someone always jumps out and yells “Boo!” or that “THE CALL WAS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE” and then, after I jump around like a loon and have a minor spas fit, I have to TRY to go to sleep.
As an insomniac (and a writer with a highly active imagination) it doesn’t take much for my mind to go all kinds of different crazy directions. Yep. No sleep going on that night....

Note that stories told around the campfire don’t have to mean stories told around the campfire. It can be any time of “creep out” story. I’m a writer, and it doesn’t take much for my imagination to run away with me.
I remember once my cousin was spending the night with me as a part of some family reunion, and our house was completely packed and she and I had to share a bed downstairs. Now, our basement has a nice little living area, but as you can imagine, it is still a basement. It’s filled with old antique dolls (see my doll comments below at #7...or was it #8?) numerous old / dusty things, and probably the body of Jimmy Hoffa for all I know. Anyway, my cousin started talking to me about this thing she saw on unsolved mysteries or some such, about a woman who could read auras, but didn’t get onto an elevator because she noticed no one on the elevator had an aura. Then THE CABLE SNAPPED AND THE ELEVATOR CRASHED AND EVERYBODY DIED!!!!
Urban legend or not, that’s all I need for a restless night. And if you don’t think waking up in the basement and seeing the moonlight bouncing off of one of your dad’s taxidermy deer head trophies would wig you out after hearing even the lamest story…well, you’d think wrong.
Tomorrow, I will give # 4 and #3, then counting down to 2 and #1 on Hallowee.
I've had some very, very, very, close guesses...so I'm adding another hint for those who want to try to win free copies of all my books (see previous hints insidebar).
The movie that featured this creature who is number one on my list (number one because I think I saw it) starred Richard Gere.
That should be a giveaway clue. 

And now…blog lists from the linky link…they are giving away some free stuff. If the links don't work, you can get back to the home base by clicking a link on the blog at right.
Free stuff. Nothing scary about that.
Speaking of free stuff, I have a demonic cat from post #6 I could try to send to you. (That cat should never get into the hands of America’s enemies.)


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