We set up a deluxe tour for literary fantasy “Eidolons”. The tour runs from December 20 to February 20.
December 20th: Starter Day Party @ I Heart Reading
December 22nd: Book Excerpt @ The Bookworm Lodge
December 23rd: Book Excerpt @ Just Books
December 25th: Author Interview and Giveaway @ The Single Librarian
December 27th: Promo Post @ Bookish Madness
December 30th: Book Excerpt and Giveaway @ Silver Dagger Scriptorium
January 2nd: Book Excerpt @ I’m an Eclectic Reader
January 4th: Author Interview @ Indy Book Fairy
January 6th: Promo Post @ https://thereadingguru.wordpress.com/
January 7th: Author Interview @ Cassidy Crimson’s Blog
January 10th: Book Excerpt @ Books, Dreams, Life
January 12th: Promo Post @ The Book Daily
January 14th: Author Interview and Giveaway @ Majanka’s Blog
January 17th: Book Review @ Bookish Madness
January 20th: Author Interview @ Erika’s Blog
January 24th: Book Review and Giveaway @ I Heart Reading
January 26th: Book Excerpt @ Bookaholic Ramblings
January 28th: Book Review @ Editor Charlene’s Blog
January 30th: Author Interview and Giveaway @ Mythical Books
February 2nd: Promo Post @ Hollow Readers
February 6th: Book Excerpt @ Bookworm1102
February 8th: Author Interview @ Bedazzled Reading
February 9th: Book Review @ Bedazzled Reading
February 15th: Author Interview @ Compelling Beasts Blog
February 19th: Author Interview @ Books are Forever
February 20th: Book Review @ Books are Forever
About the Book
Author: Harrison Fountain
Genre: Literary Fantasy
When TK dies in a car accident, the Grim Reaper gives him a second chance at life, but he says it’s more fun being a ghost. As he haunts his small Iowa town, his sleek shell of sarcasm cracks to a terrified lonely inner self. Find out why he’d rather be dead.
These author bios are generally in third person, right? That’s a little weird for me so—
Harrison Fountain said, “In Kindergarten, Mrs. Augustson sent me to Special Ed because of my speech impediment, the result of a 4-year-long ear infection that garbled the input and so a few letters needed the pronunciation corrected. I had to work on my Ss, Cs, Ks, Ws, Rs, Bs, Ps, Ts, Qs, Ds, Xs, Ls, and Ns.
Every year in elementary school, Scholastic gave students a hardback book with empty cream pages for us to scribble in as part of a school-wide contest. I never won. The kid in my grade who did plagiarized If You Give A Mouse a Cookie and those biased, paid-off judges didn’t even mention my amalgamation of the Silver Surfer and the Human Torch.
Still, I kept writing, finishing my first novel in my 7th grade Physical Science spiral notebook where the narrator’s best friend was an orange alien with green hair named Carrot. My next novel about a boxer, I started in high school before I’d ever even watched boxing, and fighters called out their moves (“The Double Rocket Upper—no, wait! It’s a TRIPLE ROCKET UPPERCUT!!!”) like they were Pokemon.
No one taught me to write until my second year at college when Mr. Johnson called me to his office as he did with all his creative writing students and then he bloodied my first draft of a character sketch claiming his marks were “just ink.” I almost cried. A few visits later, I’d written a character sketch about my sister’s divorce and the family dog. He crossed out a lot like usual. Told me why. Then he scrawled an A at the top. It’d be my first published short story (http://www.orangepeals.com/short-stories/loving-a-mutt/).
The pride felt earned for once.
While studying in Wales without satellite TV or an Xbox, I started a blog called Nothing Fazes a Ghost, where I posted weekly chapters. Those 10,000 views with ad revenue earned enough for a pizza. After a few years and a few drafts, it became Eidolons.
I also teach English to adorable Korean kids who, in turn, teach me cutie poses.”
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