I’ll be off the grid until Thursday, but we will be hiding manuscripts all week, starting Monday, August 17th. (My publisher will be tweeting locations through my twitter account) Actually, there’s a good chance one will be hidden before then, too. So make sure to sign up on the Facebook Fanpage and follow me on Twitter. My phone number will be with the book when you find it, but I won’t be able to call you back till Friday. But I will, I promise.
You can get your tickets to the Million Miles Tour here, but not all the cities are listed yet. We are adding new cities each week, so keep checking back.
Next week I’ll review the new Switchfoot album, Hello Hurricane, and I also want to get to that interview with Barbara Bradley Hagerty. Lots to catch up on. But it’s been a long time since I’ve had a day off, so I’m unplugging this week.
Back soon,
Don
Thanks for working so hard and enjoy the disconnect…looking forward to a million miles.
very lucky man to be able to listen to hello hurricane. i envy you. love your books too! i wanna read your new book.
what’s the chance you dropped one off in Taiwan?
Slim to none? …drats.
Let me know if you need one dropped in Orange County, CA. Send it to me and I’ll plant it for you.
Seriously, Don. I was sooooooooooooooooo close.
I live in Montgomery. I am moving to Hong Kong on SUNDAY to be a missionary for two years and tell folks about Jesus.
I seriously considered waiting til end of September so I could have a copy of Miles in my bag for the plane ride.
Then I start hyperventilating because a hidden manuscript is on its way to southern alabama. (Pick me! Pick me!)
I sat poised over my twitter page for thirty minutes, hitting refresh.
Keys in hand. Shoes on. Map of Montgomery pulled up, just in case I didn’t know the way.
Then you had to go and say fairhope.
I guess I’ll wait until snail mail gets it from amazon to HK after the release date. Shucks….
Best of luck on the release! Wishing somehow I could be at the book signing party here in November.
Hey – I thought YOU were going to be where the manuscripts were hidden. I grabbed my keys as soon as I got the Atlanta tweet. I was there in less than 20 minutes – but it was gone. No Don Miller. No consolation prize. Not even $3 off the new book coupons or something. Just an empty tank of gas (Atlanta is a big city). And an empty soul.
Sincerely,
Crushed in Atlanta