In which I put my mouth where your money is

I just did a marketing/promotion thing a few minutes ago– a minor marketing/promotion thing, mind you– that made me feel kinda dirty.  But it appears to have made what is about to happen happen, so maybe it was OK.

I got into a conversation with a new Twitter buddy over the last couple of days about kicking Coke.  I haven’t had more than a couple of liters of pop in any form in 2014, cutting back more or less cold turkey after going through three or four cans a day of Pepsi Next, Coke Zero, or Mountain Dew beforehand.  She’s a heavy Coke drinker and wanted to stop.  I promised to support and/or berate her as she felt like she needed.

Then I found this webpage, and it’s kinda important to context that you click through and take a look, especially if you don’t know what happens if you combine Coca-Cola and milk.

(There is an entire chemical rant in here, but it’s off-topic for the moment, so I’ll ignore it.)

Anyway, I got curious:

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This is sitting on my counter in my kitchen right now.

And here’s where I do penance for being a butthead marketer earlier.  And where I entertain myself, because I gotta be honest, I’m curious, and if this cracked me up I gotta figure somebody other than me is gonna think it’s funny too.

Here’s the deal, y’all:  If I sell twelve books— just less than one every two hours– between now and getting home from OtherJob tomorrow night (sometime between 10:30 and midnight, depending on whether it rains)– I will taste that shit.  And I will let my wife film it.  And I will upload it to the site where you can see it.

I’m serious.  I’m also probably an idiot, but I’m serious.

Obviously feel free to share this out if you like.  🙂

hold on wait what

This is… uh… a bit NSFW, but not, like, super NSFW, but… yeah, I’m putting it behind a jump anyway.  Because OMGWTF.

ACRONYMS!

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In which I parent effectively

10398420_1176432005526_3036154_nIt’s Friday, which means it’s Daddy Day; the boy didn’t go to day care today and he and I are spending the day together.  Which, so far, has meant flipping through cartoons and various animated things on Netflix while I have discussions with strangers on Twitter.

I am a lousy parent.

Good news is I’ve got all day today plus Saturday and Sunday to get about 2000 words out to hit my target for the week, so it’s not like I’ve got a ton of other stuff to do.  Maybe I go really nuts and not pay too much attention to things with screens today.  🙂

(Yeah, right.)

Oh, also: turns out my 20th high school reunion is this weekend.  I would rather be fed to sharks than go, but I’m really glad that I actually looked at the schedule yesterday, because I was considering taking the boy to the zoo with my parents tomorrow and one of the reunion events is tomorrow at the goddamn zoo.  So that could have gone quite poorly.  God, I hate that I still live in the town I grew up in.

And yes, I’m in that picture up there, but I’m not telling you which one I am.

Thinking out loud: THE BENEVOLENCE ARCHIVES

ba-cover-tiny(First things first: this should post to the Luther Siler Facebook page, a change I’ve been meaning to make for a long time; posts have been showing up on my real-name page instead.  We’ll see if engagement drops; it’ll be interesting to see.)

Okay.  So.  I’m trying to name some characters, and I’d like to hear some suggestions from those of you who have read THE BENEVOLENCE ARCHIVES ($2.99 cheap!) or even those of you who haven’t, if you’re able to form an opinion just based on what you see here.  I need to name some characters, and I’m not sure at the moment what direction to go.  They’re literally named NEEDANAME and ALSONEEDANAME in the manuscript right now.

Some background information: I use traditional high-fantasy races as stand-ins for “aliens” in this book; the two main characters are a gnome and a halfogre.  Let most of the stereotypes take over, although I’ve twisted a few of the races in ways that please me.

GNOMES:  Gnomes have, for lack of a better phrase, standard fantasy names, such as Brazel, Rhundi, Darsi, and Gorrim.  Only female gnomes have surnames; Rhundi’s is Tavh’re’muil, and I haven’t decided if most gnomic surnames are as flowery as that.  Males technically have their wives’ (or mothers, if unmarried) surnames, but Brazel would never refer to himself as Brazel Tavh’re’muil.  It’s not done.

OGRES:  Also standard fantasy names, although I’m trying to make them shorter and a bit more guttural-sounding.  The one named ogre so far is Grond.  No surnames.

HUMANS:  All humans have personal and surnames, which work much as they do in the Western world, although they can be more fantasy-style or more mundane, much in the same way that the main character in Dune was named Paul Atreides.  So, theoretically I could have a human character named Bill or Steve or Jim.  Or, uh, Angela.  Who is technically an Iklis sniper’s longbow, but she has a human name.

GOBLINS:  Goblins do not share their personal names with outsiders, only their surnames.  If there are multiple members of that clan around they tend to number themselves; Rhundi talks to a goblin named “Twelfth Corvix” in one of the stories because she has a number of goblins of that clan working for her.

DWARVES:  Dwarven females and high-ranking dwarven males (generally, only the children of incredibly high-ranking dwarven females, such as clan leaders) have what I’m thinking of as “story names,” such as Shocks-the-Mountains, Smashes-the-Stars, Majesty-of-Nature or Glow-of-Twilight.  I’ve only used three-word dwarven names so far but there’s no reason they can’t be longer than that.  Dwarven males have three-letter names and they or may not be pronounceable.

TROLLS:  Trolls are kinda complicated.  They’re shapeshifters, and their name is dependent on their current shape.  So is their personality, to some extent, although it’s important to realize that they’re all one being– just a complicated one.  The “base” name for a troll is generally tripartite, such as Sirrys ban Irtuus bon Alaamac.  Calling a troll by name depends on which shape you’re looking at; the troll I refer to here is generally known as Irtuus-bon, but his shortest, most childish and petulant form is addressed as Sirrys.

ELVES:  Here’s the problem.  Elves are kinda a spoiler, although they’re a spoiler that gets spoiled within about the first fifty pages of BA 8 and I’m not sure that the way elves work is really all that terribly important as far as spoilers go.  I cannot decide how to name my elves.

Actually, let’s do this:  If you want to make just a random suggestion on how to name elves, go ahead and put one in comments right now, but you probably don’t want to read anything anybody else has to say.  I’m putting the rest of the post under a jump in case anyone really wants to avoid spoilers for BA 8.  It’s not a huge deal, I promise:

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In which I settle on a topic eventually

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I haven’t written an actual post in a couple of days; everything’s been pictures and links since Tuesday evening.  This isn’t from a lack of stuff to talk about or anything; I have a lot of posts on the back burner but I don’t particularly want to write any of them specifically right now.  I haven’t heard anything, positive or negative, about any of the interviews I’ve had; if I haven’t heard back from District Four by Tuesday of next week I’ll assume they don’t want me.  I’ve been getting a fair amount of fiction done although the deadline for the Baen contest is seriously breathing down my damn neck and I don’t have anything I like for it yet.  Again, I have like four different working ideas for it, but none of them have forced their way out onto a screen yet, especially with BA 8 eating up so much of my time.  Hell, one of them is even a BA story.

Actually, hell, I’ve already got the glitter image up; I may as well talk about the gay marriage ruling yesterday.  I had a hazy idea that there was a case pending in federal court somewhere but didn’t know that we were close to getting a decision, so abruptly seeing a Tweet just as I was about to shut down my computer and meet my mother for lunch was an immensely pleasant surprise. (I texted her immediately and told her I needed a few minutes for celebration and to do the Facebook equivalent of yelling “First!” as I posted the information everywhere I knew how to.)

I don’t know that I’ve changed much as a person since getting married; I suspect you’d have to ask my wife about that.  One way that I know I’m different, though, is that I’ve really lost all patience with dudebro humor about what a horrible trap marriage is or comedy that is mostly centered on complaining about wives and significant others.  Lemme make this clear, in small words: Marrying my wife was hands-down, no-doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.  There is literally nothing more important to me than keeping my marriage strong and my family together.  Nothing.

This means a couple of things to me:

  1. I have no patience whatsoever with people who whine about their spouses/being married.  Let me make sure I’m clear: the word I chose was “whine.”  Plenty of people are trying to save a struggling relationship; that’s not “whining.”  You want to hear whining?  Pull up any comedy station on Pandora and wait a few minutes.  Divorce is legal.  Nobody made you get married.  Fix your relationship, quit your whining, or get the fuck out.  Oh, you have kids?  I don’t care; you’re fucking them up whining about their mother all the time and probably raising your sons to be assholes.  Stop it.
  2. I have less patience with the idea that someone shouldn’t be able to marry someone else because some third party, unconnected to the two getting married, thinks it’s gross if they rub their bits together.  I’ve dropped friendships with people over this.  It’s horrible evil fucking bullshit and I will not put up with it in my life.  Note that if you attempt to argue with me about this in comments my response will be to ban you and delete your comments on the spot, no discussion.  Whine about tolerance for your evil all you want; you’ll be whining into the void and I won’t hear you.  Enjoy your inevitable historical irrelevance; your heartache amuses me.

So glad my state isn’t part of this anymore.

This is obviously official and real

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Print and distribute as necessary.  I have to have three thousand words by noon so I need to get to work.

IN WHICH TODAY HAS JUST GOTTEN WAY BETTER

GAY MARRIAGE BAN STRUCK DOWN IN INDIANA.  BOOM.

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Breakfast of champions

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Turns out you can cold-brew Thai iced tea!