Pass, you shall not!


It's not rocket science
Pass, you shall not!


A quick note for you text-addicts who don’t recognize aviation-speak: “ATB” means “air turn-back” and “AOG” is “airplane on ground”, otherwise known as “we broke it”.
So, a couple of the super-jumbo A380s had some problems recently. Yawn.
No one will ever mistake me for an Airbus apologist – if it ain’t Boeing, I ain’t going – but in all fairness to the Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys™, these incidents are not the big deals they’re being made out to be. And both are contingencies that we prepare and train pilots for (the wing cracks are another story entirely). Continue reading “ATB! OMG! AOG! WTF? LOL…”
This review, among other reasons, is why I’m a Sarah Hoyt fan even though I’ve yet to read her novels. Yeah, yeah, I know…but there hasn’t been a lot of time for reading other people’s work until very recently. I’ve likewise heard really good things about Ric Locke’s Temporary Duty and need to get off my @$$ and download a copy. I can only hope that Perigee merits similar praise from other writers at some point.
It’s immensely gratifying to read a traditionally published novelist who is not afraid to give a shout-out to an indie author. We could use a good deal more of that. It bugs me that associations like ITW and SFWA are closed to indie writers, except for an “associate” membership. In SFWA’s case, we appear to be shut out entirely. And judging by some of her other posts, maybe it’s just as well.
I get that there has to be some kind of standard, otherwise any schmuck who can pound out 300 pages of gibberish and have his first-grader cobble together a cover would be sharing equal status with names like DeMille, Preston and Child. But considering the rapidly-changing publishing landscape, shouldn’t there be some minimum sales threshold that would allow indie authors into the Cool Kid’s Clubs? Pick a number, it doesn’t matter to me…5,000? 10,000? And I would totally get excluding giveaway copies. That’s a marketing tactic, not a career plan.
A friend of mine who’s been quite successful in the Christian SF market once told me that the large majority of novels don’t sell more than about 1,500 copies.
Well, guess what? I’ve already passed that mark, and it doesn’t include the free promos used to goose sales on Amazon. Maybe I’ll just have to go and form my own club. As indie writers, we have a special responsibility to ensure our work is every bit as good as what comes out of the New York collective.
Assuming your book is worth reading, as writers we are all competing for readers in two fundamental ways: Name Recognition and Price Point. As a new indie author I have exactly zip in name recognition, which leaves me with pricing. This can be a tremendous advantage since it’s entirely under my control. I can respond to market trends much faster than any of the Big 6 ever could. But I can’t stress enough that we must put out Big 6-quality work, otherwise the indie revolution will end up being just another bubble.
I’m confident that a free market will sort that out. Nobody wants to buy crap, even for 99 cents.
It kills me to let Perigee go so cheaply, but that price seems to keep it moving. It won’t make me rich, but it has kept my own title listed among the ranks of Konrath, Clancy, and King. And right now, that’s pretty much ball-game. Build a reputation from the first book, and a career from all the rest.
The EU continues its descent into Monty Python-esque self-parody.
In what must be the live-action adaptation of the invincible Captain Euro, here’s some lame propaganda an ode to Europe’s superior negotiating skills.
If you think the heroine is about to go all “Kill Bill” on these scary ethnic bad guys, guess again. These are the same people who learned absolutely nothing from Neville Chamberlain, after all.
As they say, you can’t make this stuff up.
…have been greatly exaggerated. Wife, son, and I have all been down with the flu this week. Blogging activity will resume once everybody’s back to normal and the house no longer smells like an old high-school locker room.
I wish I could say this was a Saturday Night Live skit but sadly, it’s not:
Behold, Captain Euro! Fighting for Egalitarian Nonsense Truth, Bureaucratic Ninnies Justice, and the Unsustainable Welfare State European Way!

…or something like that. We really shouldn’t pile on.
Oh, why not? Yes, we should.
If the EU collapses and things turn violent, any possible armed conflict among member states is bound to look more like a slap-fight between the playground sissies.
This would be really funny if it weren’t so pathetic.
Hat tip: Instapundit
Anyone ever seen this illustration before? I’m looking for the artist…
Other than the folding aft wings, it’s pretty close to what I envisioned for the Clipper spaceplanes in Perigee. In my version, those passenger modules you see in the mid and rear would be for cargo. Couple of reasons for this:
1) It enables a critical scene late in the plot.
2) Realism. If something like this were to ever come into service, you can bet the people paying those ticket prices are going to want to be up front where they’re close to windows. Note how the aft and mid-deck pressure vessels for the pax are embedded deep inside the hull; I’m assuming no windows. That’d be one puke-inducing ride. Also, time-critical freight would be a huge business for such a vehicle. Forget FedEx overnight to Japan. How about same-day service?
It looks like a cutaway from Flight Global, but there’s nothing on their website. I’d like to use this in my book but can’t find the original for the life of me.
Sorry for the lengthy blogging pause, but we were on a long-awaited beach trip and I tried very hard to stay away from current events. Worked a little bit on the book, otherwise did a lot of reading, swimming, and eating. Nothing like SC seafood and BBQ!
Still need a couple days to get caught up and make this blog semi-relevant again. In the meantime, here’s a really cool pic of last weekend’s Perseid meteor shower from an unusual vantage point. Once again, the International Space Station (ISS) has the best seats in the house: