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How 'bout a #giveaway?
I have three, signed, advanced reading copies (ARCs) of INDOMITABLE to give away.
In the first few chapters of INDOMITABLE, Promise Paen and Victor Company are on the march, keeping time with Saw An Old Lady, a real military cadence that I've modified for the twenty-eighth century.
Cadences are traditional call-and-response songs sung by military personnel while marching or running. In the United States military, cadences are sometimes referred to as Jody Calls, after Jody (Jodie), a recurring character in some traditional cadences.
To win yourself an ARC, all you need to do is sound off! Share your favorite military cadence here, on my blog. Better yet, write your own. Better still, record yourself singing a cadence, and post the vid for all to share. Do that and you're entered to win. I'll draw names from a combat helmet. (I happen to have one handy)
Don't just stand there. Get singing. Move, Move, MOVE!
So, on the way to Taekwondo last night I was rear-ended AND pushed into the car in front of me (the photo is a dramatic representation). I actually didn't think to take a pic of my vehicle). And I don't drive a Lotus or whatever that red thing was.
Note to self: phone = camera = pictures. Any questions?
My boys were in the back. Thank God they're fine. The Colorado Springs PD and Fire and EMS were top-drawer. My kids were in awe. Watching the tow truck load my vehicle was the highlight of Andrew's day. Caleb wants to be a fireman. Nate couldn't stop smiling. The boys asked for souvenirs - hub caps and busted tail lights come cheap...er...sort of. We practiced our "thank you, sirs/ma'ams" and handshakes and praised our first responders for a job well done.
No serious injuries to the other drivers either. Some soft tissue stuff by the looks of it...but nothing major.
Damage to my car: high single digits.
Damage to my person: I have a sprained thumb and wrist, and strained muscles in my left arm and neck/shoulder. Ibuprofen for 3-5 and NO sparring. Well, bummer, I like to hit people and padded bags so that's no good.
As for the fool who cut into our lane several car lengths ahead of all involved, as we were slowing at the light, and then slammed on the breaks, leaving skid marks, causing the entire three-car accident, next time, DON'T.
To the young woman who hit me, remember to go easy on yourself. Thank you for thinking of my sons first. We had a nice chat. Hugged. I met her husband who's in the Air Force. Sweet couple. Quality people all around. The eye contact and unqualified apology went light years. Grace exists for reasons. I've been given more than I deserve in this life. You have mine too.
To the other young lady who went to the hospital in a neck brace (probably just precautionary), you're in my prayers, ma'am.
A few parting thoughts:
That said, I'm naming today "Hug My Kid's Day." And tomorrow and the next day too.
I've become a big fan of the audio book format in recent years and for obvious reasons. There is no such thing as "finding time." We allocate time for what is important. I can read and drive, read and eat, read and close my eyes (presumably while not sleeping)...while listening to audio.
How much time to you spend behind the windshield? Carpool? Kid's sporting events? Waiting in line at Starbucks? Plenty and you know it.
Why not leverage that time and shrink your reading stack?
Don't know what to buy mom or dad. Hel-lo? Audio. Summer car trip? Audio. Commute to work? A. U. D. I. O.
To help you out, check out Soundcloud. It's a great site with audio book links from all of the major publishers. Sign in, check it out, share links from your favorite books, and find new books to read...er...listen to.
Here's a link from my first book. The reader, Andi Arndt, did a smashing job.
My youngest, Caleb, breaks into dance each time a movie's credits roll.
Today's dance music courtesy of The Peanuts Movie, which was fantastic on all levels by the way.
Watching C move for me is pure joy. And the kid has rhythm too.
In the interest of discovering good fiction, you might consider browsing this list of supposedly Hugo-worthy books from Sad Puppies 4. I found it interesting.
Note to all bodies: when it comes to the methodology and process one follows to arrive at her/his Hugo award nominations, I'm Switzerland. That AND civility and grace should rule the day in any case.
Please refrain from posting a for-or-against comment about the Sad Puppies on my blog. Please. I'll delete it. It's my blog and I am Switzerland. There's room for everyone in Switzerland and a waiting hot cup of Swiss Miss too. I have below-zero interest in debating "Slate Gate." Go read the posts of Eric Flint or John Scalzi or Brad Torgerson or George R. R. Martin if you want to get lost in the weeds. (Some good reading in those weeds by the way).
Some accomplished authors appear on SP4's list: Eric Flint; Anne Leckie (I've interviewed her twice on my blog, here and here); John Ringo; and Brian Sanderson among others, and many authors I know little or nothing about. I find myself overwhelmingly book-curious after examining a list of "must-reads." Are you even the tiniest bit curious?
If yes, then scan the list, buy, and read good books. If, after reading this post, your hackles are up, well, I really am sorry. May I suggest a heavy bag? I hung one in my garage for just such moments. Wrap your knuckles tightly, or buy some monkey gloves, and have at it. It's cheap therapy, folks. Trust me on that one.
P.S. Dartboards work well too.
W. C. Bauers
Half the family is down with colds. So Andrew and I headed to church and then to Mimi's Cafe for some daddy-son time.
Andrew's fourth grade class is learning about the American Revolution and the various functions of government. When I asked Andrew what he wanted to discuss he answered history. Fine and well, I thought. History it is.
Two weeks ago Andrew's class sent a letter to the queen (Mrs. Degrassio), asking her to repeal the Stamp Act. Being infinitely wiser than King George, the Queen admitted to her folly and consented to the colonist's plea. Had King George actually done the same, we'd probably be singing "Long live the Queen" instead of "Hail to the Chief."
During breakfast (I had lunch) we also discussed the Boston Massacre and how John Adams risked his reputation and his wellbeing and his family's safety to defend a group of British soldiers accused of murder. Why? Because Adams was at that time a British subject, and as a God-fearing man and a lawyer who cared deeply about the rule of law, he cared more about the truth and right living than about his own reputation.
Good man, John Adams. We desperately need men like him today.
Good job, Mrs. Degrassio.
io9 just mentioned INDOMITABLE (and by association UNBREAKABLE) among 16 great reads to get your mind off of the election.
Thanks, Charlie Jane Anders! Admittedly, I'm biased. But, I couldn't agree more. Please check it out.
Another great read on the list is Rachel Bach's FORTUNE'S PAWN, book one of the Paradox Series. Full-bite, militaristic science fiction with a plucky character named Devi who looks like a pixie but hits like Thor.
Time to #EscapeElectionFatigue and celebrate #WomenWarriorsRockingMilitarySF!
I am raising three men.
Caleb, Nathaniel, and Andrew are five, eight, and nine respectively.
"But," you might say, "They are only boys." You're right and wrong.
They are boys. At some future point they will become men. They are men-in-training, a fact I must never forget. The eighteenth birthday does not a man make. Nor does sixteen or twenty-one. Boys become men like a pile of steel becomes a soaring skyscraper. They are constructed from the ground up. External constraints form the foundation. The externals become internalized over time through ongoing reinforcement. In other words, I repeat myself a lot. As values harden they become load-bearing. Trials test character. Unrefined ore becomes steel. Weakness becomes strength. My role is that of architect, engineer, and foreman all in one. Therefore, I am building men.
Today's lesson: On Hitting.
Andrew: "He was hitting me."
Me: "Yes, I know. Did you need to hit back?"
Note: Andrew is a nine, almost ten-year-old junior black belt in Taekwondo. Andrew knows how to hit, hard. For the record, he chose not to hit back and instead came and told me about it. Did he want to hit back? Absolutely, and I don't blame him for feeling that way. Part of being male involves managing hardwired aggression. Men are naturally aggressive. We're designed that way for a reason. We don't need to apologize for it. But, we do need to own it and use our strength for good.
Back to Andrew...
Andrew: "I have the right to defend myself."
Me: "Yes, you do. But, you have to learn when to hit back and when not to. Were you really in danger? Was he really trying to hurt you?"
Me: "That's right. He wasn't. If your life is ever in danger you have my permission to use your skills. Daddy will back you to the hilt. But, I pray that day never comes. Don't hit back unless you absolutely have to. I'm proud of you for not striking back."
And the moral of today's lesson?
Me: “We use this first.” (finger taps the brow) Andrew, looking grave, nods. "Yes, daddy."
Me: “We us this last.” (fist comes to eye level, ready and hopefully always waiting) I smile big. Then Andrew smiles. I smile bigger and open my arms. We hug and the balance returns to the force and all is well.
INDOMITABLE'S edits are done...at least this round, which is to say the "copy edits." A copy editor marks up your manuscript and you, the writer, come face to face with your grammatical shortcomings. Stop turning nouns into adjectives, Bauers!
I'll have "typeset" pages next month, which is code for designed interior pages. Those I print out and mark up with a red pencil - old school but necessary and effective.
Clock's ticking. July 26th is just around the corner.
"Drain it, dump it, pack it up, wolf it down, we go in...um...159 days."
There's no rush, really. Take all the time you need. Bookstores won't have stock for a bit.