December 19, 2014

Radio Silence

By basic definition, radio silence is a military term signifying that no radio communication of any kind is to be had between a given unit (or ship or plane, etc.) and its base. Sometimes a tragic result can happen as a result of radio silence. In the non-military sense of the phrase, radio silence often means that a particular someone decided to either voluntarily or involuntarily cut off contact with the either the outside world or the cyber world.

In my particular case, I involuntarily cut off contact with the cyber world.

This week has been particularly brutal as the flex part of my work schedule (getting home after 6:30p) had absolutely crushed any desire to be even remotely social, and in fact, turned me into someone who was anti-social with both the outside world and the cyber world. How anti-social was I this week? Facebook was kind enough to send me an e-mail yesterday (12/18) that politely informed me just exactly what it was that I had missed for the week. The only meaningful conversation that I had took place with my cat.

Wasn't that just oh-so---SPECIAL! of Facebook to do that for me?


I am finishing up this very brutal week and at exactly 4:46p, I will be partaking in an extended four day weekend (Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday), which will entail of me doing my Christmas shopping, recharging my batteries, catching up with my blog reading and most importantly, picking a few winners from my contest of a week and a half ago. Believe it or not, there is still time to enter. If you haven't enter yet, just mention in the comments that you want in, and presto! you is in!

In the meantime, I leave you with this wicked cool song from Tonic to start your weekend.

(c) 2014 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

December 14, 2014

I Wish To Register A Complaint...

There is still time to enter my Book Giveaway Contest 2.0 for your chance to win a free autographed proof copy of The Inner Sibling. Click on the link for details.

At my job, I generate a world of complaints from all sorts of people. Unlike in the private sector, where if you buy a defective product you wind up have conversations like this:

Which basically means that you argue until you're blue in the face and then maybe, just maybe, you'll get a small sliver of satisfaction.

In the public sector (aka, working for a municipality, state or federal guv'ment agency, or any other type of guv'mental agency for all of my non-U.S. readers), you can basically bitch, moan, groan and creatively stretch the truth to suit your own needs, and pretty much someone will pay attention to you just to get rid of your whiny ass, because after all, a whiny public sector worker is a lazy public sector worker.

Anywho, in the past 8 1/2 years that I've been encamped at my current place of employment, I have generated enough complaints in regards to my assigned duties that a variation of the following conversation between myself and my supervisor has become the longest running joke in my unit.

December 10, 2014

I Got A Whole Lotta Nuttin'

That's right boys and girls, I got a whole lotta nuttin' going right now. Work has been steadily kicking my buttocks this week as Murphy's Law 2.0 Workplace Edition is now in full Kiss-My-Grits Mode. As for writing, Fugget About It....ummm....Fuhgeddaboudit!

So.....about the only thing of real note I can post talk about is that The Free Schwag Giveaway is in full force! Click on this link for more details, and I have just one more thing: Sometimes being pulled kicking and screaming into the 21st century can be a major female of the canine species, especially if having this is the main reason why you're kicking and screaming.

In the meantime, here is THE SONG that everyone and the bff tries to sing for those local pseudo America's Got Talent shows.

(c) 2014 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

December 8, 2014

It's Here! It's Here! It's Here!

No, we're not talking about this particular movie, but we're talking about this:

That's right ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls above the age of 18, my pride and joy has come full circle. Previously known under the title Line 21 (copies of which are still available for purchase), and now known as The Inner Sibling, is now available for purchase on both Amazon and CreateSpace (soon to be available for purchase at Books By G.B. Miller Spring 2015).

My friends, bringing this book back from the great beyond was both a source of pride and perseverance. Pride in that once again, I can show to the world that I have conquered the second level of my writing journey (getting a book published by a traditional publisher), and perseverance in that getting the final version of my re-release out allows me to work on the two novellas that have been waiting very patiently (like at least 2 years) for me to publish them.

In celebration of completing the final step in the journey of my commercial debut, I am running a contest for some free schwag this week. All you have to do to enter is to either comment on this post or share it with others on Google+, on Facebook or even on your own blog and let me know that you have done so as well.

Grand prize is the proof copy of The Inner Sibling, autographed by yours truly.
1st runner up is the e-book version of the same (available at Smashwords).
2nd runner up is a copy of my short story trilogy Broken Promises.

(c) 2014 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

December 5, 2014

A C. M. Classic: Post #156

Time now, for the redundant portion of Father Nature's Corner, where we produce another post in the occasional series entitled "Cedar's Mountain's Classics", in which we take an old post from the original six year odyssey that was my first blog and retool, revamp, regurgitate, reactivate and simply reanimate to something very new and very shallow.

Today's post repeater is a spoof/rant/re-tool on taking a vacation, either from the cyber world or the real world. Feel free to read the post, although it isn't anything to speak of, other than most of the commenters have long since stopped commenting and/or visiting my blog, and two of them have all but abandoned the blog world for greener pastures (one is a very successful NY Times bestselling indie writer).

Back in the halcyon days of Cedar's Mountain, I used to go on hiatus about two to three times a year, mostly around the major holidays. After all, doing semi-fun things/recharging the batteries at the time was slightly better than hanging around cyber space. the years slowly trudged by, I found that going on hiatus, much like going on vacation from work, was really boring.

I know, hard to believe that taking time off from blogging/writing/real world could be called boring, but that is how I actually feel about the subject of vacation. I don't take a lot of vacations from work, other than taking what I call "vacation cap days", in which I use just enough vacation time in order to receive the vacation accrual that I'd busted my chops for in the previous month. I don't like giving back stuff that is rightfully mine to begin with.

So...while taking a vacation can be exciting for most, I find it to be excruciatingly dull. Which is why when I take vacation days I bitch, moan, groan and whine about what a crappy time I'm having.


It ain't the be all to end all. Or is it?

(c) 2014 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.