Apparently, every day being some sort of “BLANK” Day is a thing. Today, the 11th of February, is Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk Day, and no, I am not making this up. Therefore, I am not going to cry over spilled milk, in that I am going to rally and soldier on after one of my plans failed to work out completely.
What plan failed? A problem with the book launch perhaps? Nope, that’s going swimmingly. Reviews and sales are both rosy and I’m pleased as could be. In fact, A Sword Into Darkness is CURRENTLY IN THE TOP 10 ON KINDLE FOR EACH OF MY SUB-GENRES: Military Sci-Fi/Space Fleet, Alien Invasion, and First Contact! I’m quite proud to be in the same Top 20 as one of my favorite books, Old Man’s War by John Scalzi, as well as a number of other worthies, all deserving a read (but me first).
No, the plan which (partially) failed was the distribution of my extra Advanced Reader Copies for the winners of the Zinger! contest. Two Proofs and an ARC were indeed mailed out, and I’ve heard that the recipients are quite pleased with them, but the other two winners never sent me their mailing addresses. So, here I am, with ARCs on hand and no one to give them to. I KNOW: LET’S HAVE ANOTHER CONTEST!
Nathan Kelley, Kris Muñoz, and Gordon Lee, the main characters from A Sword Into Darkness are intimately familiar with failure. I won’t give away the specifics, but fate (otherwise known as me) kicks them in the ass on a regular basis. They screw up, but then they always say, “Fuck it,” and soldier on. So you tell me:
What was your biggest/funniest/craziest screw-up and how did you shrug it off to come out on top?
Answers can be anything from twitter length epics of perseverance or extended tales of incredulous/incredible whoa/woe followed by magnificent victory. Drop me your answer here in the comments, Tweet me at @improbablauthor, or drop me a line in the Facebook or Google+ comments. You have from 0000R (midnight Eastern) to 2359R on Feb. 11th, Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk Day. I’ll pick my favorite two entries and you’ll each win an ARC of my kick-ass military sci-fi novel.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some milk to mop up.