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May 2, 2013
Today is the Day! The Buttersmiths’ Gold is on Amazon!
It’s finally here! Order your copy of Evertaster: The Buttersmiths’ Gold on Amazon today! Rember, the special offer to get your copy autographed only applies to books bought on Thursday, May 2nd, so be sure to make your purchase and send the email today. The same goes for any purchases of Evertaster made on May 2nd. I’ll send you autographs for those too!
If you haven’t, come join the facebook event for a live stream from the author and an online party!
April 30, 2013
How to Get Your Copy of Buttersmiths’ Gold Signed on Launch Day – May 2nd.
May 2nd is almost here. I want to make it special. Readers are always asking me “How can I get a signed copy?” So now I have an idea. On Thursday May 2nd, when you order your copy of The Buttersmiths’ Gold from Amazon, you’ll see a screen that look like this:
Step 1: Share on facebook. This posts to your wall, or to a friend’s wall that you bought the book and tells them how cool you are and that you can’t wait to read it! You can tweet it too!
Step 2: click the email button to share via e-mail.
Step 3: Address the email to fun@evertaster.com (that’s my website). Then put the name of the person the book is for (you or someone you would like to give it to). Then put your street address there, so I can mail you your signed book plate (it’s like a sticker) to put inside your book!
Step 4. Click “Send e-mail” to send me the email, and you’re all done! Give me a few weeks to get your bookplate to you, since my wrist is going to be tired with all that signing. Also, only in the USA, since I can’t mail out to China and stuff.
Remember, this offer only applies to books bought on Thursday, May 2nd, so be sure to make your purchase and send the email that day.
The same goes for any purchases of Evertaster made on May 2nd. I’ll send you autographs for those too!
If you haven’t, come join the facebook event for a live stream from the author and an online party!
April 29, 2013
Thursday, May 2nd — Evertaster: The Buttersmiths’ Gold hits Amazon!
Needless to say, I’m pretty happy that this day is almost here. Launch days are always exciting for me. Here’s a little sneak peak:
If you join the facebook launch event, you’ll get to see some fun videos, AND I’ll post there about how you can get your copy of the Buttersmiths’ Gold autographed if you buy it on May 2! Click HERE TO JOIN THE FUN.
April 16, 2013
Buttersmiths’ Gold Cover Is Finally Here!
Drawn by Seth Hippen, hip animator for Ice Age, Surf’s Up and more, he’s turned his brush to this masterpiece. I went to school with Seth at BYU, where we were one of the first classes to study animation. He was one of the best artists in the class, and his work just keeps getting better. 
Beauty, isn’t it? The Buttersmiths’ Gold makes its debut May 2nd. To join the Launch Party fun in a few weeks when The Buttersmiths’ Gold is released, join the Online Launch Lunch Party on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/379287372186684/ Or sign up for my newsletter: Subscribe to our newsletter
You can read more about what the Buttersmiths’ Gold is about here: http://www.iamareader.com/2013/04/book-spotlight-the-buttersmiths-gold-by-adam-sidwell.html http://liftyouup.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-post-for-buttersmiths-gold.html
March 25, 2013
Buttersmiths’ Gold Cover Art Reveal! And you can win stuff.
Coming next month (April 2013), the Evertaster novella, The Buttersmiths’ Gold will hit Amazon and bookstores. There’s also going to be a secret, epic Evertaster launch party online and for realsies in Modesto, California. In the meantime though, you can unlock the cover art and see it before anyone else. My good friend and animator for such awesome shows as Ice Age and Surf’s Up did the cover art. I have to admit, it looks awesome. And it ties back into the Evertaster series. See it just by going here and entering your email address:
While you’re there, if you post to your wall and 2 friends sign up, you can also win an ipod shuffle. Do it!
I think Seth Hippen’s sketches are rad, by the way. Just wait until you see the completed cover!
February 26, 2013
The Next Evertaster Book
Hello everybody. Many of you readers have been asking about the next Evertaster book, while I secretly sit in my castle writing, rubbing my hands with sinister delight, planning and scheming as to how I might just write the story, then bury it underground forever so know one knows what happens next but me! Mwahhahahhaahhahhajustkiddinghahaaha. Throw down the drawbridge! Come inside! Have some Medieval mutton! (watch out for that rat). Now would be a good as time as any to explain my plans for the Evertaster series. Look below:
Basically, there are going to be 3 main books, Evertaster #1 (secretly titled Course of Legends), Evertaster #2 The Delicious City, and Evertaster #3 The Final Season. I know I’m not making this up, because it says as much in the back pages of Evertaster #1, right before the About the Author page. If you have super keen eyes, you might even have noticed references to those books in The Master Pastry Chef’s library in chapter 3. (If you want to check right now, I’ll keep this blog post warm while you’re gone.) The main story line is plotted out, and I’ve even begun writing the Delicious City. I hope to have that to press this fall.
In the meantime though, since that’s a long time to wait, I had to write a story about these guys:
Remember Torbjorn and Storfjell and joggling the bovines? Well, those two Buttersmiths have a story to tell you. Guster and the Johnsonvilles aren’t in this one (though they are discussed). It’s a novella (short novel). Consider it Evertaster #1.2. This story is all about the two Vikings and their legendary past. It’s a story they insisted be told — one that provides secret insights into Guster’s quest. I’m calling it
Evertaster: The Buttersmiths’ Gold
Come like www.facebook.com/evertaster so I can keep you updated. I’ll reveal the cover art there soon!
The best thing about it? Evertaster: The Buttermiths’ Gold is coming out in the next month. In fact, I just sent another round off to the copy editor. So keep your eyes peeled for the launch in the next few weeks!
Sign up here for my newsletter, and I’ll send you an email so you can be the first to know when it comes out!
January 21, 2013
Evertaster at Your Local Bookstore
Get Evertaster at your local bookstore!
“Wonderfully talented writing; funny.” – Orson Scott Card, NYT Bestselling author of Ender’s Game
The first book in the Evertaster series.
For children 8 and up. 304 pages.
Read reviews here.
December 12, 2012
Adam wants to give you a Kindle Fire HD for Christmas!
So I just love giving away stuff. Especially at Christmastime. Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas with Evertaster!
First, just by signing up at this link, you’ll get a chance to win the Dark Knight Rises DVD for you, your mom, bro or sis!
Then, when you get 2 friends to sign up, you’ll be entered to win A KINDLE FIRE HD!
We’ll announce the winners just in time for Christmas! It’s a very Merry Evertaster Christmas!
November 30, 2012
Autographed Copies of Evertaster — A Christmas Gift Special!
From now until December 15th, you can get a personalized, autographed copy of Evertaster for yourself or as a gift to the readers in your life. I will even include a personal message of your choice. I only have a limited number of copies for autographing, but wanted to give everyone the chance while they’re available. Merry Christmas!
CLICK HERE TO ORDER!
CLICK HERE TO ORDER!
November 22, 2012
A Thanksgiving Adventure
At the risk of being ridiculous, I’m posting this awesome story I wrote when I was 17 years old for you to enjoy or disbelieve:
Thanksgiving in New York
by
Adam Sidwell, written approx 1995
Some people aren’t inclined to believe my story, but those people are probably just simpletons who don’t believe some of the amazing things that really happen in this world.
My Thanksgiving Holiday was by no means typical. I was very excited to attend Thanksgiving dinner with my extended family in New York City. The family met in the top story suite of a large hotel right in the center of New York. As I entered the door to the suite, my initial positive attitude faded. I saw nearly fifty relatives, some that I knew and some that I didn’t, all crammed into a very inadequate space. It’s not that the rooms were too small, it was just that there was too many relatives. I worked my way through the crowd, trying not to get my cheek pinched. Grandmas and great aunts hovered around trying to plant their lipstick- smudged lips on innocent nephews and grandchildren.
Unfortunately, I ran right into Grandpa.
“Well, Sonny,” he said as he peered at me through his spectacles. “Trouble’s brewing.”
“How are you Grandpa?” I asked and quickly evaded him. Grandpa was a strange sort of fellow. He always was saying how his trick knee warned him of rain or trouble or stock-market crashes. He was quite old and nearly senile, so I didn’t pay much attention to him.
I had worked my way out onto the balcony and felt relief to be away from the crowd. I looked down to the streets below and watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. It was rather entertaining to see it live and up close. The Woody Woodpecker balloon was right below me, and larger than life. This was a definite advantage of spending Thanksgiving in New York.
My attention fell away from the parade for a moment as I saw another group of relatives huddled in one corner. There were about five of them and they were all rather dark and sinister looking. I had never seen them before, but it didn’t matter; I had never seen many of my relatives before. They were probably the cousins from Florida.
They whispered in hushed tones as I peered over at them. I heard one of them mutter, “It’s in the turkey.”
“Strange relatives,” I thought to myself as I reluctantly sauntered back inside. Everyone was gathered around a huge table and ready for a great feast. I took my spot next to Grandpa and examined the people gathered around me. There were aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents. There were five empty chairs that I realized were for the cousins from Florida. They must have still been outside, but it was quite a gathering nonetheless. We all got quiet as Great-great Grandpa prepared to bless the Thanksgiving dinner.
That’s when I heard the rhythmic ticking sound. It wasn’t coming from Grandpa’s pacemaker. It was coming from the turkey!
Instinct threw me into action as I realized what was going on. I jumped onto the table, slid through the mashed potatoes, and grabbed the plump bird that began to tick faster and faster. Despite the fact that this caused quite an uproar with the family, I hurdled over one of my aunts and headed to the bathroom, still clutching the turkey. The uncles protested and tried to tackle me before I could sprint five yards across the room.
I managed to avoid them and tried to explain myself as I ran. “There’s a bomb in the turkey!!!” I screamed just as I threw the poultry into the toilet and my uncles pinned me to the ground. The explosives diffused as they were saturated with water. The turkey gave off a little burp which bubbled to the surface of the water.
“My goodness!” Grandpa said as my uncles let me up. “You’ve saved us, sonny.”
I knew it wasn’t over yet, though. My sinister cousins from Florida were the culprits, only I knew they weren’t my cousins and they weren’t from Florida. They were obviously international terrorists!
I raced to the balcony and saw the terrorists running down the street, forty stories below. I knew it was my duty as an American citizen to apprehend these threats to society and bring them to justice.
Unfortunately, they were getting away.
I needed to act fast, and act fast I did. The Spiderman balloon, which happened to be my favorite, was just passing below the balcony. It was about ten feet out and twenty feet down. Without hesitation, I ran to the back of the balcony to get my running start. “This one’s for America.” I whispered to myself and ran towards the edge of the balcony. I hurdled it and fell to the street below. I realized as I fell that this was absolutely insane for any average human to attempt.
Just as I had so cleverly planned, I landed on the Spiderman balloon with a soft thud. It was like a giant air bag. Quickly, I slid down Spiderman’s leg and grabbed onto one of the cables that the people on the street kept him anchored with. I climbed down, using great agility and skill.
The man on the street was very surprised to see me sliding down his cable. In fact, he ran away screaming before I could thank him. There was no time to pursue anyone but the terrorists, so I reluctantly had to forget about him.
I was surrounded by the parade as I searched for the terrorists. They, meanwhile, had run half a block down the street. They knew I was after them. There was no way that I was going to catch them on foot, so I looked for alternate modes of transportation. There was a Suburban going down the street, just behind the Spiderman balloon, at about three mph. I opened the driver’s door, pulled him onto the street and jumped behind the wheel. I was very sorry to do this and apologized to him.”It’s for the good of the Nation,” I told him as I sped away.
Just as I was dodging all the people, floats and gigantic balloons, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw that the Suburban I had confiscated was actually pulling a giant turkey. The turkey float I was hauling was stocked with pilgrims and Indians. They frantically held on as I swerved through the streets. Crowds of people ran in panic and floats lay overturned in my wake.
I was gaining on the evil terrorists, and they knew it and were afraid. They hopped into a garbage truck and began to drive recklessly through an alley way. It was a chaotic chase! I followed them into the alley, but the turkey float wasn’t wide enough. The turkey’s wings tore off when they smashed into the side of the building. The pilgrims and Indians still held on for their lives. I drove the Suburban to within three feet of the garbage truck. Then I stomped on the gas and rammed into it. It crashed into a nearby dumpster and came to a dead stop. I parked the Suburban next to the garbage truck.
The cab of the garbage truck was smashed and its occupants were trapped inside. I surveyed the damage and determined that the terrorists were unhurt. Most would have beat those poor criminals to a bloody pulp, but I was much better than that. I waited for the police to arrive, which they promptly did. After seven squad cars and the SWAT team pulled up, I determined that the situation was under control. Justice would be served. It was time for me to go. I slipped quietly away, not wanting to be the subject of endless admiration and praise.
I returned to the hotel and enjoyed some pumpkin pie with my family. Some people might have been disturbed if they had to go through what I did on Thanksgiving, but not me. I was just thankful for food, family, friends, and the fact that I had saved the nation.
