Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Patchwork of Me Giveaway

I love road trips.

It's actually strange that I like them so much as I always got car sick as a child. But as long as I'm in the front seat...there is something about taking to the road to get to a destination. And if you find the correct traveling partner - it makes all the difference in the world. I've gone from Canada to Florida - from NJ to Michigan and down to Asheville, NC. Lowering the windows, stopping for food (now you'll know which character I relate to in my latest novel), seeing the sights. I really enjoy it all.

And I want to hear from YOU.

Would you like a chance to read my latest novel before it comes out on April 15? I want to send you a signed copy of Patchwork of Me and all you have to do is share a small blurb about your favorite road trip memory. Either comment on the bottom of this blog or write it on the wall on my author Facebook page. We'll be choosing the best "road trip story" and that person will get a signed copy of the book by April 1. You have until March 15 to put on those thinking caps and get to writing!

Patchwork of Me is about a woman who realizes she must travel from Arizona to Maine to patch her life back together and confront her past. While there is some mystery and intrigue in this cross-genre story that deals with self-discovery; it would never be complete without some fun times with her 'mafia' of friends. So Sara travels with two gay men to face the demons of her past; and they help her face them with love, support...and a sexual innuendo or double-entendre now and again.

I'd love to see my book cover all over this car!


  1. My road trip story isn't necessarily my favorite. We can just refer to it as the Road Trip from Hell... My brother, a friend of mine and myself were relay driving to North Carolina from New Jersey. Now aside from the fact that I don't like to drive, my sense of direction leaves alot to be desired. When it was my turn to drive, we were on I-95 and I figured I'd be safe because it's a straight "shot". There aren't any turns to confuse me. However, since we were closing in on our destination, I started to see signs that read: Exit for Raleigh-Durham 5 Miles. I figured that since that's where we were going, I was safe in taking that exit. A few minutes after I did, I realized we were being followed by a North Carolina state trooper. As most of us in the car are African-American and in my ignorance I equate the south with bigoted law officials who would hand me over to the KKK, I panicked and started to speed up. My brother woke up in time to see what was going on and told me to pull over. As I did, the trooper's lights and siren went on and I literally peed on myself, just as they passed right by us. More did happen on this "delightful sojourn", but I'll just leave it at that.

    1. OMG! This is a great one! Guess there is a reason you don't get behind the wheel much. Thanks for sharing.

  2. The hill taunts me with its white clad challenge
    It’s black skin draped in ice,
    This hurdle now stands in my way.
    “Go back”? my mounts asks of me?
    I must accept this offered challenge
    Family calls, And the yearn for home is never ignored
    The clattering rumbling sputtering engine, its heart
    This tired pickup latches it rubber hoofs to the road.
    The treacherous climb has been accepted
    Methodically with out complaint the snorting beast
    Trudges the slick incline spouting it’s frozen breath
    Red eyes flares ahead
    Other beasts of burden bring their loads to rest
    Stopping this monster, like stopping a pitcher in the zone
    Can I get moving again?
    Forward we go.

    I left home for Easter Break from Northeast PA.... about 2 hours to late. Snow had started falling and had covered the roads quickly. I managed to get about 4 miles south on 81 before pulling off in a rest stop in hopes that Plows would be through. No luck, turns out 81 south of the I80 junction was closed. Ended meeting another fellow college student at the rest stop and we decided to head out together. Me driving a 2W drive pickup with no weight in the back and her in a little Mitsubishi Eclipse. I ended up dropping my keys in the snow and spent 45 minutes with 4 other people digging around and along the sidewalk from the truck to the rest stop building. We left the rest stop and made it to 80 where we were forced to travel west. We parted ways once the weather cleared up as with in 5 miles of heading west on 80 there wasn't a snowflake to be seen. It was now pushing on to midnight and i'd left the college at 7:30om (15min away in normal conditions.) I came upon Route 11 south and knew would eventually take me through Harrisburg and then south into Fredrick.

    It was getting extremely late and most of the hotels along the highway were all booked up from stranded travelers earlier in the evening. I called my father and he searched for a hotel further down route 11 and booked a vacant room for me minutes before I arrived at the Hampton Inn. (THANKS DAD!). I spent the night, ate breakfast and left the next morning after a good nights sleep. The rest of my trip home took just over 2 hours and was uneventful from there on out. Turns out My "Snorting Beast" of a pickup made it though alright.

    1. Thanks for sharing this story, Nick. (And I love that it started with poem too!)

  3. my road trip story starts off bad but gets better. i was on the way to texas from michigan with my dad while my sister was driving ahead of us(she had the gps and dad didn't do well with technology :) we set out and not six hours into the drive i get a call from my fiance saying that my aunt marjorie passed away after a long 17 year battle with HIV. now my father hates my mothers side of the family but instead of getting upset that i was in contact with them he sat there, quiet at first then began to silently sing some of the songs we used to listen to on road trips. does your chewing gum lose its flavor, tie me kangaroo down, poor old kolijah, and others. until i joined in for the sheer nostalgia of what he was doing. this having been the first holiday i spent with my sister and my father at the same time in 8 years when i realized that he still remembered how to cheer me up. i didnt know whether to cry about my aunt or about the fact my dad loved me so much he did the only thing he could to make me happy and smile again. that trip will definitly be my favorite for years to come. i dont know what i would have done if he hadnt been there for me.

    1. Amy - what a wonderful story of something your dad did to take your mind off of sadness and recall nostalgia instead. Thank you for sharing!

  4. thank you for providing people the opportunity for people to share things like this. cant wait to read patchwork of me!

  5. Oh boy, Gregory, I've got one for you.
    I was eight years old, living in Port Jefferson Station, Long Island. I loved it there - great school, great friends. My father, who was primarily out of the picture in my life even when he was IN the picture, was experiencing problems I wasn't even aware of until later in life, when I was old enough to put pieces together and get more information from my family (gambling debts and the mob, enough said). One day we up and left. Just like that. Our belongings went into the garage of a friend, and we took only the essentials. Of course, at eight years old, I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that we were headed to California to live - not VISIT, to LIVE - with my father's sister, whom I'd never met. For three days we traveled by car, an old Plymouth Fury - me, my parents, and two older sisters - and headed out. It was awful. Cramped, uncomfortable, hot, and stagnant. The midwest was flat and unfathomably vast. We almost drove off a cliff in Colorado. In Vegas I was so horrifically dehydrated that I couldn't even keep down 7-up. And my father, being the glorious saint that he was, stopped at a casino so he could gamble. Soak that in: stopped at a casino to gamble while his son was nearly incapacitated in the back seat of a hot Fury. We arrived at my aunt's house several hours later, a sight I'm sure. I will never forget that trip. And dear old dad? Abandoned the family six months later, never to be seen again. :) I have a memoir in there somewhere! Hope I didn't ramble too much. With a prompt like that, I HAD to write.

    1. Wow, Sean! That IS a memoir! Thanks for sharing this. Amazing the stories that are coming out here and on my FB page from road trips.