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Evernight Teen’s Birthday Blog Hop!

Thank you all so much for visiting and talking about music with me. With the help of Random.org, I’ve picked a winner! Anne, you will get a free ebook copy of Disintegrate! \o/

Don’t forget, Evernight Teen will be picking a grand prize winner from all of you who’ve commented very soon. Thank you for hopping by my blog!

Evernight Teen is having a birthday! And the Grand Prize is an iPad Mini! Wooooooooooooooo!

It may be EVERNIGHT TEEN’s birthday, but you get the presents. So, grab a piece of cake, hop from blog-to-blog and discover EVERNIGHT TEEN!

Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more you blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by EVERNIGHT TEEN (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.

Have your TBR list handy because we have lots of new titles for you to add, including my featured book… DISINTEGRATE.

Music is an incredibly useful tool when it comes to writing: it’s inspiration, motivation, relaxation, and illumination all rolled together into one nifty package. During the writing of Disintegrate, just before I put fingers to keyboard, I played a song that best expressed the atmosphere of the chapter I was working on. As a result, I have a fantabulous mix of music for the entire book.

Curious? Here is the list—there’s a song for every chapter:

Chapter One: Sit Down, Stand Up (Snakes & Ladders) by Radiohead
Chapter Two: The Time Is Now by Moloko
Chapter Three: Caught a Long Wind by Feist
Chapter Four: Little by Little by Radiohead
Chapter Five: Driven to Tears by Sting
Chapter Six: Runaway Train by Brandon Boyd
Chapter Seven: Trap Doors by Broken Bells
Chapter Eight: Don’t Blow It by Cliff Martinez
Chapter Nine: Sad by Maroon 5
Chapter Ten: Love Come by Sarah McLachlan
Chapter Eleven: Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles
Chapter Twelve: I Need to Know by Kris Allen
Chapter Thirteen: Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye
Chapter Fourteen: Trespassing by Adam Lambert
Chapter Fifteen: Closing In by Imogen Heap
Chapter Sixteen: The End of the Game by Sting
Epilogue: Lights by Ellie Goulding

I’m giving away one ebook copy of DISINTEGRATE: What are your top three favorite songs from DISINTEGRATE’s playlist?

Remember, post your answer in the comments below! If you answer correctly, your name will go in my hat to win a copy of Disintegrate!

Enter for a chance to win EVERNIGHT TEEN’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize — scroll down and follow the links to win!

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Young Adult, Paranormal, Suspense, Romance
Word Count: 51,000
Published By: Evernight Teen

To read an excerpt, click here.

Emily just wanted a normal life: a boyfriend, college, two parents who loved her. Instead, her dad disappeared when she was fourteen and her life at college is anything but ordinary.

When you can manipulate matter like putty and you have no idea why, how do you pretend to be like everyone else? What happens when you meet a guy who has the same powers? Do you trust him to help you find the answers you need?

Emily desperately wants to believe that Jax can help, but the stakes grow higher than she’d ever expected: someone is after them and they’re not afraid to use violence to get what they want.

The birthday blog hop continues here! Visit the links below for more Evernight Teen authors, books, and prizes. Be sure to visit every stop in the birthday event!

1. Evernight Teen	2. Marcus Damanda, Author	3. Medeia Sharif
4. SD Wasley – Author site	5. Paula Kennedy Books	6. Angela Brown in the Pursuit of Publishness
7. The Oracle and The Muse	8. Denise Jaden Author	9. The Cinderella Diaries
10. The Write Game	11. Christine Klocek-Lim	12. Sasha Hibbs, YA author
13. Diana Stager, Author	14. The Waterworld Mermaids	15. Shari Green
16. Melissa Frost	17. A YA Writer & Mom	18. Catherine Stine’s Idea City
19. Joyce Mangola	20. Evernight Teens Blog Hop	21. Trakena Prevost, YA Author
22. K. D. Van Brunt	23. Stephanie Lawton	24. Melissa of YA Book Shelf
25. Nicky Peacock Author	26. Brenda Beem, Author	27. Meradeth’s Write Stuff

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12 Days of Catmas

12 days of Catmas

On the first day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the second day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the third day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
seven shredded sparrows,
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
eight hissy fits,
seven shredded sparrows,
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
nine fishy farts,
eight hissy fits,
seven shredded sparrows,
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
ten tons of fur,
nine fishy farts,
eight hissy fits,
seven shredded sparrows,
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
eleven spitting kittens,
ten tons of fur,
nine fishy farts,
eight hissy fits,
seven shredded sparrows,
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my two cats gave to me
twelve stolen salmon,
eleven spitting kittens,
ten tons of fur,
nine fishy farts,
eight hissy fits,
seven shredded sparrows,
six stinging scratches,
five piles of poo,
four pathetic howls,
three dead mice,
two hair balls,
and a dingleberry in a pine tree.

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December 24, 2014

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Don’t drink on xmas eve

It happened this past midnight clear:
three crazy elves and two drunk deer
crashed in the yard atop my sled
then slipped downhill against the shed.

The sky was dry, the sunset gone:
where in hell did they come from?
Their groans and moans kept me awake;
I knew there must be some mistake.

In the dark I clomped downhill
and yelled my ire into the chill:
“Don’t you know it’s xmas eve?
Be quiet or I will make you leave!”

The sudden hush, like blocks of ice,
fell on my ears (oh so nice!)
as elves and deer peered up at me
like I was Nick and they: debris.

“We lost our sleigh and drank the beer;
your backyard was so close and clear.
We just could not control our stumble—
here we fell in this great jumble!”

Then their chortles broke the calm.
I dragged them home to wait for dawn.
The barfing wasn’t too severe,
but have you heard of snoring deer?

Santa owes me big for this
I thought as one elf burped a kiss
but it wasn’t till I fell asleep
that Santa came for his lost sheep.

And beneath the tree? What was my take?
Three beers, two bells, and one fruitcake.

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Mrs. Kringle’s Lament

They said we’d only get an inch of snow
but when I wake it’s covered up the road
and slush has pulled some branches down so low
my favorite tree looks like it might explode.

I trudge outside with gloves and scarf and salt
to promptly slip and fall upon my rear
before I even reach the curb. “Assault!”
I bitch, then freeze as something licks my ear.

I scoot away, my heart up in my throat and think: a zombie! when the icy slop
slumps to the side like puke on glass. A coat
so cheery green it makes me want to pop

out both my eyes emerges next to me.
I groan and pinch my nose. I know that face.
Those bells. That burp. He’s grown a sparse goatee
which doesn’t quite enhance the scraggly lace

sewn on his cap. “Oh, you again!” he sneezes, grabs my sleeve as though I’ll help him up.
Yeah, right. I dodge his drunken grasp and seize
his pointed, chilly ears. He drops his cup.

I just don’t care. He thrashes, tries to kick
but cannot get away. “Where’s the deer?”
I snarl. I wish that Santa’d get here quick
before his merry crew drinks all the beer.

“You think I’d rat out my best friends? Oh please!”
he cries, then vomits just as someone’s head
ducks out of sight behind the frosty trees
like Samurai Jack, but drunk. And wearing red.

“I know you’re there, you might as well come out,”
I call, my spirits sinking to despair
as I catch sight of antlers and a snout
crouched low behind my car. I swear.

This happens every year. No joyful bells
for me, oh no. Instead, delinquent elves,
escapees from St. Nick’s gift wrap cartels,
crash in my yard to sleep. “Show yourselves!”

I yell again, not hoping for too much.
Surprise, surprise, who waddles out? The Man.
Kris Kringle. Santa Claus. I blink and clutch
my head (I drop the elf). “What’s the plan?”

I ask. I hope he knows what’s happening.
He “ho-ho-ho’s” and sways a bit, then slips
and suddenly I feel the bitter sting
of cognizance: he’s drunk from feet to lips.

I sigh and drag his jolly ass to bed,
park the sleigh, coax Rudolph to the shed.
The elf I tuck into an extra room.
The beer, I’m sure, is gone, and none too soon.

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Tis the season

‘Tis the Season

The malls are insane but you have to go shopping

for ribbon and candy to fill the last stocking.

You can’t stop to cry, ’tis the season for snow

and ice covered roads jammed with cars going slow

slow, so horribly … oh! There’s a dude dressed in red

on the side of the walk. He’s clutching his head

like someone hungover. His pants are all goopy:

the knees ripped right out, the butt kind of droopy.

You slow down to stare, but then offer a ride.

He kisses your cheek as he ducks down to hide.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask and he smirks:

“Rudolph got wasted, went kind of berserk.”

You gape, shake your head. “Oh please, you’re not Santa.”

He shrugs and explains he was over Atlanta

when someone cracked open a bottle of whiskey.

“Three shots and the next thing I knew they’d got frisky.

Comet kicked Dasher right in the——”

“Stop!” you freak out, “Just keep your mouth shut.”

He laughs and you blush, thinking this must be a joke,

he can’t be St. Nick, he looks like a hoax.

“You can drop me right here,” he says while you frown.

“Prancer’s waiting right there, at the edge of the town.”

You slow down, still dubious, but the dude is quite right:

near the tree is a reindeer, head down, fur a fright.

“I told them they shouldn’t imbibe in December.

You’d think they’d believe me, or at least remember

the last time this happened.” He wrinkles his nose

and suddenly yells, “You dumbass! I almost froze!”

You freeze, not believing that Santa would curse,

but Prancer just snorts and throws up on your purse.

“Um—” you say, shocked. The reindeer looks sorry.

You gulp, and inch backwards: Santa’s no longer jolly.

He takes one step forward and scratches his ear—

the next thing you know there’s nothing but beer

left on top of the snow. And footprints. And barf.

You sigh, somewhat pissed, enough is enough,

but as you turn around twice to get out of sight

you trip on the vomit … UGH. What a night!

Next year, Santa please, don’t let them drink booze.

I’d like to go shopping … with clean shoes.

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Autumn, my favorite season #poem

Yes, it’s that time of year again. Several years ago, I wrote a poem that perfectly captures my sense of autumn. It’s an ekphrastic poem written after seeing a watercolor by Wolf Kahn that moved me greatly. Here is a link to the only version of the artwork I can find on the interwebz.

This poem was first published by About.com.

Strange Violet Behind Trees

—after Wolf Kahn

The house hides in dusk’s spangled purples.
It’s hard to see such colors, capricious
tones barely there once night has almost
sucked the light from the forest.
And silhouetted trees rear up
as I walk, interrupt the horizon,
their dry leaves muttering imprecations
in the magenta gleam of twilight.

You have gone and I must be careful:
the path has faded to mere shadow
and I can no longer understand
the exuberance of a leaf twisting
in the breeze. How does autumn tangle
everything so elegantly, as when crimson
replaces the decorous sheen of green?
Such willful ambiguity. I walk steadily.
The soft retreat of chlorophyll asks useless
questions. The mother tree sleeps
and misses the violet whoop of fall,
the overlapping dive of it all.

By now night has stolen
twilight’s indescribable glow.
Our house has quietly slid
into an atmospheric blur.
There is nothing more to see.
My darling, the violet has disappeared
and I’m not yet home but I can still feel
the brittle slump of frost behind the trees.

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Devils in the Dark by Marcus Damanda #CoverReveal!

I have the distinct pleasure of introducing a great horror novel: Devils in the Dark by Marcus Damanda. It will be released from Evernight Teen on November 14! It’s the first book in a trilogy and it is very, very creepy. Without further ado, here is the cover –>

“The paramedics shared a look: This one was serious.”

To most of the Facebook 15, bullying Audrey Bales was just a game—until two deep cuts with a Swiss army knife changed everything forever. Audrey didn’t want attention anymore. After five weeks at Fairview High School, Audrey wanted to die.

The doctors did the only thing they could with her: they put her away.

But in Fairview, Virginia, the nightmare is only beginning. The chat session had not gone unobserved. The Facebook 15 have drawn the attention of an ancient evil that lives only to punish those who would prey upon the weak.

They are the ghosts of 1,000 dead children—1,000 suicides—and their master …

Their master likes Audrey Bales.

And as Audrey attempts to heal her mind and body, far from home, their master prepares for the justice he will unleash upon her return.

Author Details:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarcusDamandaAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarcusDamanda

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Poem in Friday Evening Classics radio show at WMNR!

I am delighted to announce that one of my poems will be appearing in the Friday Evening Classics radio show with Will Duchon this Friday evening. The Words & Music segment begins at 9 pm. Tune in to listen to my poem, Despina, moon of Neptune. I wrote it this past April during NaPoWriMo.

Thanks, as always, go to Will Duchon for hosting this lovely show.

Despina, moon of Neptune

She said she’d rather sing alone
than perform for some random guy,
but then Voyager 2 flew by,
eyes trained on her curved form
like a desperate man (the kind
whose lady walked away forever).
He just didn’t know when to look aside.
She said she tried to hide, quiet her light
against her father’s blue sky, but the lens
found her four times. She gave up
silence for fame, gave up space
and time, until the sun finally fell
down across the steely horizon.
Her father Neptune didn’t seem to care
and that was what hurt her most.
The galaxy beyond everything she knew
was so much less infinite than she’d hoped.
The camera took what he wanted
and left. Despina endured the scrutiny
of a thousand careless eyes—

In the end, she would only wear white,
the color of purity, and not even the dark
could get her to sing anymore.

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Evernight Teen’s Birthday Blog Hop!

Evernight Teen is having a birthday! And the Grand Prize is an iPad Mini! Wooooooooooooooo!

I’m giving away one ebook copy of DISINTEGRATE: What are your top three favorite songs from DISINTEGRATE’s playlist?

Happy New Year!

12 Days of Catmas

Don’t drink on xmas eve

Mrs. Kringle’s Lament

Tis the season

© 2012 Christine Klocek-Lim

Autumn, my favorite season #poem

Devils in the Dark by Marcus Damanda #CoverReveal!

Poem in Friday Evening Classics radio show at WMNR!