It’s really good exercise, running the gnarly little machine. It helps to clear the mind. I spent several hours turning husks and leftovers into good dirt. The rhythm of working the soil, the sun and fresh air. The smell of the earth, the crumbly loam.
The promise of a fresh crop and a good garden, this dark soil. I’ve been working these patches for years with various manure and inputs, the quality goes up with each passing season.
Finally, the job, like all jobs, ended. I looked over my little patches and sighed.
This is the farm that I bought. My refuge. My island, divorced from the madness.
I couldn’t help but to think of the distant war as I looked over my fresh upturned black gardens. They say the Ukraine has some of the world’s best soil. I don’t see any reason to doubt that. Right now, the soil is taking back its children in large batches.
This is what the earth does, long accustomed to the fights of its children.
The earth, the soil, it must be fed.
I see a line of skirmishers advancing through a field. Poorly trained and hastily equipped. Do they scream as they run, or are they silent? Grim? A machine gun, manned by people who don’t care to die, tracks the runners. A sergeant taps the gunner when the range is right, the gunner squeezes the trigger. The firefight sings. It shrieks. It stutters and roars. Who wins? Does it matter?
A young fighter spins toward the earth, holed and leaking. The copper and lead have done their job, the wounds are fatal. The blood and fluids soak into the rich black soil, and the process begins anew.
The contested field usually grows cabbages or sunflowers. This year it will grow weeds.
Back in the present, I wipe sweat from my brow.
May my soil never know the sacrifice of old. May it be fed chicken shit and compost, and not the sunset of youth.
Alright guys, I’m not going to prognosticate at length over the situation in the Ukraine. Suffice to say that it is a massive combined arms assault on a country that has suffered enough throughout history.
John Birmingham wrote up his thoughts on this, so today I’ll let him speak through his newsletter.
Hey everybody. This is not going to be a typical review with statistics and boilerplate. No, I’m going to talk about how this truck is to live with after about 1500 miles of operation, over the highway, rural roads, and city driving. Also, it must be mentioned that all of this driving was done in less than ideal winter weather using exclusively 87 octane winter mix gas.
What do I mean by less than ideal?
See below. A picture is worth a thousand words, I guess.
Or perhaps this…
Or this, which by the way was a heavy mix of ice and deep snow. Bad stuff.
The Maverick handled some of the worst Ohio weather I can remember, including a fourteen hour long ice storm. This truck reminded me why I ordered the AWD version, although I had some doubts afterward about the additional expense. Well, three weeks later I think getting All-wheel drive was a seriously smart move. These hills are unforgiving in inclement weather, and the Maverick handled them with aplomb.
Alright, the first point, I guess. It must be said that this truck has proven itself to be an all-weather beast. Almost immediately upon leaving the dealer’s lot there was the aforementioned ice storm. This was an inadvertent torture test, right off the bat.
The Maverick crawled as well as our Subaru Outback, a vehicle that is legendary for sure-footedness in bad weather. By no means did the Maverick act like an old-school truck- even in four wheel drive trucks are infamously squirelly on the ice due to their light rear ends. The Maverick does not handle like a traditional truck!
Which brings me to my next point. This vehicle handles like a beefy sedan, if that makes any sense. In fact, its ride is much more like an Outback than a traditional truck. This, in my opinion, is a very good thing. I’ve operated a lifetime’s worth of trucks, and while they definitely have their uses, their ride usually sucks.
Not the Maverick. It didn’t handle like a tactical vehicle (which my previous truck, the Jeep Gladiator, did). It didn’t feel top-heavy around curves, or like the rear end was going to break free. No, the best I can say is that it felt sure-footed. Comfortable.
Yes, a comfortable economy truck. Seriously. And you really can fit three adult men in the backseat, although this is really a four-adult vehicle. But in a pinch, it will do for five. Just don’t plan on driving to Kansas like that.
Something I need to mention is this truck’s economy and efficiency.
See below, and please note the MPG readout, which according to my manual calculations is .6 US GAL low.
If you know anything about trucks, 28.9 mpg indicated and 29.5 real world is astonishing mileage. This on 87 gas, mixed highway/rural/hauling/city driving while breaking in a brand-new engine.
Note: 3500 miles on truck. Mileage is now 30.5 mpg indicated, which is pretty close to accurate. I did the math. A non-hybrid truck that gets over 30 mpg? Seriously.
Now let me tell you my options, and you will see why I am so surprised.
My friends, due to the uses and circumstances this truck will be used for, unfortunately I bought the least efficient Maverick.
I needed the extra towing capacity, so this has the “4k tow option.” Also, it is AWD, which unfortunately precluded my purchase of the hybrid version, which is what I really wanted.
But how can I argue nearly 30mpg? I’m shaking my head about this, and I haven’t babied this truck or even put it into its special “eco” mode. No, most of the time it was in “Normal” or “Slippery.” Also, we need to talk about the economy of the purchase. My other options were the bed extender (which gives you nearly seven usable feet of bed space), a 110v inverter in the cab, and rubber mats.
So, let’s get this straight. An AWD truck that gets over 29mpg with a ton of bells and whistles for LESS than 30k? It’s true. (Actual MSRP 27,005, which Team Ford of Steubenville, OH honored. By the way, a professional and excellent buying experience by the people at Team, and I was a new customer!) I took a base model and loaded it up, and so far I have used each option.
A few features that took me by surprise?
Power locks, power windows, a WiFi hotspot (that works well), remote start! See below, the app on my phone.
However, there is no cruise control on the XL. Whatever; I’ve found that at speed (about seventy MPH) you barely need to feather the gas anyway. For a base model work truck, this thing is loaded. Seriously.
Also, I’ve decided to include a “scale” image of the truck so it can be compared at a glance to a real full size Silverado. See below.
So, we’ve touched on the price point (amazing), the efficiency, the size, and the creature comforts and ergonomics (excellent!). Note: After 3500 miles, this is by no means a cramped-feeling economy vehicle. On the contrary. The cabin feel is much like a Subaru Outback, which is a good thing. Even the backseat is roomy, comfortable. This was a real surprise! I’m still looking for compromises, and I haven’t found one yet.
Another experience that might be helpful for urban readers. Observe.
Let’s show a few pictures of what this thing can actually do, what it is really capable of.
Yes, you can haul a family’s worth of bicycles.
Also, no problem with a few eight-foot kayaks.
Can it haul a heavy load? At this point I must mention that this particular truck is rated at 1420 lbs of cargo, or about 750kg. Well, see below as I approached that with a load of frozen, soaked mulch.
As you can see, the Maverick wasn’t really tested by 15 bags of mulch, 1 bag of diatomaceous earth, and three bales of wood chips. Also, I drove home in a snow squall under occasional white-out conditions. When I arrived, I swung onto my frozen yard and went on the dirt back to the barn. 3500 mile note: Truck is good to go for mild off roading with factory tires, and a good bad-weather vehicle.
BS the Maverick “isn’t a truck.” If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, and looks like a duck, it’s a duck. Or, in this case, a truck.
Now, I haven’t hauled hay yet, but I decided I’d get this review out there for you all. At this point I am very confident that the little Mav can haul either 16 or 18 square bales no problem at all.
Note: I did haul some hay at 3400, I started conservatively at 16 bales. Wow. This thing is a hay-hauling monster! Easy to load, and after doing sixteen bales I know I could have done 22, no problem. This ties with my old Silverado! No power/squat issues, feathered pedal, like usual, to get up to highway speeds. See below.
After several weeks with the grey beast, it is no wonder at all to me that the entire production run of the 22 Mavericks is sold-the-hell-out by the middle of January.
This truck lives up to its hype.
It is solid as a rock, and it is efficient as hell, both in dollar terms and energy usage.
I’d say go and get one, but good luck with that. Your best bet to own a Maverick would be to special order a ’23 from a dealer in August. Ford guarantees that special orders will charge MSRP only, a small miracle in 2022/23, and the people at Team fulfilled Ford’s promise to the letter.
Bottom line: This truck was worth the eight month wait.
The above image is the ideal way to pass a winter, at least IMO.
I get so sick of the sludge and ice. The endless gray and white, the treacherous driving and conditions. For Pete’s sake, it’s semi-dangerous just to go out and take care of the animals, you have to watch every step. The other day I fell while carrying a bucket of water. Fortunately, all that happened was a change of clothes and a dust off, and I was good.
Maybe in twenty years I won’t shake something like that off as easily, though. I truly hate ice packs and ice in general, along with frigid temperatures and bleak skies. The snow we had sometime in the past hasn’t entirely melted; there are still dirty lumps of it scattered about my mushy yard.
Yeah, you may have picked up on the fact that winter isn’t my favorite season and it’s had me down. It’s not a matter of having writer’s block rather than being bogged down in the day to day necessities of keeping the house OK and warm throughout some fairly challenging weather. The endless minutiae of maintaining a household while Mother Nature launches her annual assault on your budget and nerves.
A lot of the time I use the winter to write. For some reason this season has been different. Now, I have been maintaining my patreon site without major problems, but actually picking up the thread on my latest manuscript has been a bit of a bother.
I dunno. I think part of the problem has been that I am imagining a new world, an alien world, and what I want to bring across to my readers is a feeling of how profound it would be to actually step foot on a world literal dozens of light years from home, being among the very first. There are also a whole range of questions that come with this. Ethics.
Sometimes you just have to sit back, look at something, then go do something else. It’s a trick I learned as a mechanic. If a problem is kicking your butt, walk away or get a second set of eyes on it. Otherwise you will surely break something or you’ll injure yourself. So, I guess this lousy winter is serving the purpose of walking to the other side of the shop and having a smoke break. Giving me the opportunity to turn the problem over in my head, to examine all the weird angles.
I’m pretty confident that in the end this small break will make for a better product, which is what I owe my readers.
Catch ya, and this time I’ll try not to be such a stranger.
Seen above is my brand new truck, a 2022 Ford Maverick. No, this will not be a full review; that will come at about 1000 miles or so and after some big jobs. There is a long list of things that have to happen with this vehicle, I special ordered it and then waited for a very long time for it to show up.
I hadn’t owned it ten minutes when I hauled a load of animal feed home.
This is what we do with trucks. We put them to work. But before that happens, a lot of things have to go right. This time, it didn’t. This wasn’t Ford or the dealer’s fault at all- it was the screwed up reality we have all dealt with during the pandemic.
Here’s what happened. Ordered this truck in the late spring to my specifications. I had heard about the new Ford Maverick trucks, and I heard they were super useful and very fuel efficient.
The rumors were true, but more on that later.
So, I made a small deposit at the dealer (Team Ford in Steubenville, OH) and a short time later I received a welcome email from Ford. So far, so good. I knew there would be a delay in my order because this was the first year of production and hey, 2021. Need I say more?
I won’t go into all that happened, but I will say that between my dealer and Ford I was kept more or less in the loop about the various events and stages my vehicle was caught in.
Commodity shortages. Factory teething issues. The infamous chip shortage. All of these things, directly due to the piece of sh*t pandemic, all played a role in my seven odd month wait on the new vehicle.
The chores kept piling up, undone, during this purgatory.
Finally, I received the long-awaited email from Ford that my truck had shipped from the plant. It rode the rails about a month, and then it was delivered in the precise timeframe that I received from Ford.
My dealer worked feverishly to prep the truck, and then the fine day arrived when I went in for delivery.
Kudos to Team, the process was painless and hassle-free. No up charges, dealer markups, exorbitant fees, or games. I paid what was owed at the agreed upon amount and term. Then they handed me the keys and I drove away, discovering things as I went.
Now, this is not a review of the Maverick. That will come in a couple of weeks after some major chores. One of these chores will be the hay bale challenge, where I see how many square bales will fit in the bed. I bet sixteen, a friend says eighteen. But I digress.
A few quick impressions.
One of the options I ordered was the bed extender. I am very glad I got this; it removes easily and for smaller loads it serves as a sort of cargo organizer that keeps stuff from rolling around in the bed. Also, with the locking tailgate it cannot be removed if the tailgate is locked. This is a neat feature I discovered upon delivery.
Another thing that is cool is that the base trim (which is what I ordered) comes with a WiFi hotspot. Really? WiFi in a work truck? It’s true.
Also got rubber floor mats and a 110 hookup in the cab. The rubber mats got put to the test immediately with all the mud, plus someone spilled cleaning solvent in there first thing. With the mats? Not a problem.
This thing also comes with electric locks and Ford’s app that allows you to remote lock or start the vehicle, as well as track it. These are deluxe features in a twenty odd K truck. Seriously?
There’s more, but that will have to wait on the review.
One last thing. Now, this is not a true number because the engine is still in the break-in phase, but I have been shocked by the fuel economy.
My truck is basically the least efficient Maverick because of the features I ordered. It is AWD, a must in these hills. In snowy conditions you can’t do anything with a 2WD truck around here. Unfortunately, Ford does not make a hybrid AWD Mav, so I was stuck with the turbo 2.0 gas engine. Also, I ordered the 4k tow package that comes with different gearing and a beefed up 8 speed transmission, and I’ve heard that affects the mileage as well.
With a couple of hundred on the clock, mixed rural/city/highway miles and a new engine I’m getting 27.1 mpg. This number will probably go up with time.
This is astounding mileage. The truck I traded in had almost ten mpg less, with a similar tow and cargo capacity.
The hybrid version of the Mav is reported to get 40 odd mpg on average, and I believe it. But 27 odd in a work truck is no joke at all. There are many sedans that can’t match that number, let alone work vehicles. Good job, Ford engineers!
The process to get this wonderful little truck was painful, to be sure. None of that can be blamed on either my dealer or Ford, however. The seven months was a simple function of supply and demand, mixed in with pandemic economics.
Hey guys, been a rough day around here. Eleven inches of snow last night, I spent all morning shoveling snow. Then I came in and finished The Shattered Skies by John Birmingham, the day before I had binged a bit while the snow fell. I tried to finish it in one day, but I kept falling into the trap of getting excited and skipping to see what happens next.
I didn’t want to do that with this book, it’s too good for careless reading. So, I forced myself to finish up today.
It’s easy, you can’t. The Cruel Stars was an awesome book, great space opera played across a magnificent new universe and word canvas. However, I must say I always expect a bit of a let-down in the bridge novel of a trilogy because writing book number two is hard. I know this because I’m in the middle of penning a bridge novel myself, and I’ve done it a few times now.
Not easy to beat out book number one.
JB did it.
The Shattered Skies is brilliant, entertaining, and fast-moving. It was a real exercise in self-denial stopping last night, but I really didn’t want to squander the end of this book in a frenzy. I wanted to savor it.
I’m glad I did. This book pretty much kicked butts, and the ending was flawless, perfectly executed to keep you on the hook for book three, which hopefully is in the works already.
Let’s talk a little about The Shattered Skies, I wrote down a few impressions.
First, JB is a talented wordsmith. I love his turns of phrase. A few examples. “Strength foundry,” a space Nazi title for the lowly gym. This phrase: “…the second and a half needed to throw this whole potential fail cake into the oven and bake a delightful space Nazi smackdown.” “You’re missing one arm, half of your other hand, and you are riddled with holes.” “Fuckin’ flesh wound.” Shades of Monty Python. Hilarious. On point.
Second, JB showed his mastery of the form early with a seamless info dump as seen through the eyes of Captain Revell, a Sturm aide-de-camp and problem solver. Over on my patreon page I recently discussed how I’m not a big fan of long passages in continuation novels written strictly to bring the reader up to speed, well, JB does it here the right way. The standard-setting way. And oh by the way, he introduces us to a new character while doing so. (Claps.) Well done.
Finally, JB knows how to turn the screws on tension, and he can raise some decent laughs as well, especially with his Easter eggs, which range from Taylor Swift to Star Wars (“This is not the droid we’re looking for”). To touch back on tension, there is a long scene inside a moonlet which I felt and experienced as reminiscent of “Aliens.” The scene, which I will let you all discover, was profoundly eerie and claustrophobic.
And those examples were at the beginning of the book. I’ll leave the rest for you to discover and comment upon.
Suffice to say, JB hooked me in flawlessly and dragged me (or led me?) all the way to the conclusion.
Seriously, if you are a sci-fi fan you should read this.
I’d give this six stars, but that’ll break the meter.
Go buy this book and blow off the snow shoveling. I wish I would have.
This is how I do things. At least in terms of writing. First, I create an outline. Then, using the outline as a base, I create skeletal chapter Word documents. I organize them. Then, as I write, I make sure to post a few future chapters on my desktop ahead of the piece I am currently working on.
Why do I do this.
Because flow is important, structure. But what does posting a few future chapters have to do with flow?
Alright. I place them there for reference, and sometimes I have to go back and review past chapters before I can write. Everything has to tie in together, be a cohesive whole.
I’ve evolved this method over the years, partially from suggested reading, partially through observing the work of others and finally, through trial and error.
As you can see, I am currently crafting (stuck on) Chapter Fifteen of STORY2, my latest novel, the first one of which (The Storyteller’s Heaven) is available in RD form on my Patreon website.
“Stuck on” is kind of a big phrase, actually. I’m not stuck on Chapter Fifteen. I’ve simply been doing a lot of thinking about it. My chief beta mentioned that he felt as if the chapter before was a set-up (it was), so something has to happen in this chapter. Upon reflection, I realize that he was right, and I came up with a plot device for this particular scene.
But it must be written correctly. I will not release any spoilers out here, but I will say that what I’d like to convey with this chapter is loss, horror. Perhaps helplessness.
But I’m not entirely sure. So I’m thinking about it, then I’ll write it.
The process has been unusually long for this chapter, about a week.
But I’ll get there. I always do.
In other news, surely you know that John Birmingham has released a pretty awesome new space opera novel, The Shattered Skies. (Spoiler. Prob review it on this website soon) Well, there’s a good interview with JB out there, and he was kind enough to say cool things about my original trilogy in there. Check it out, both his latest and maybe my Valley trilogy, which was my first stab at this whole writing thing.
Alright guys, so as you know I’ve been pursuing my long neglected pursuit of playing the violin. Actually the fiddle, there is a major difference.
Look, I know I will never be awesome. I’d be happy really just to amuse my friends while hanging around on a lazy summer day, grilling steaks or something. You know, play a couple of good songs without sounding as if you’re killing a bag of cats. This. This is what I want. To enjoy life, to be a good friend, to share some decent moments with people I like and care about.
The war almost killed my desire to play. I felt as if my life wasn’t worth a nickel, so why should I mess around with an instrument? Bullets, MREs and cigarettes, that was my life, with a strong background odor of body funk and diesel oil.
So, the music died, just like my friend Clarence the fiddler. A real fiddler, an Appalachian prodigy.
Well, I discovered a violin on the internet that looked just like Clarence’s prized ancient fiddle, and I watched a demo video of it and it seemed to have the same rich tones (as far as my RPG blasted ears can tell, anyway).
I had to have it, cost be damned.
I reached out to the shop that makes them, fiddlershop.com, and they were very accommodating and cool with taking a close copy of an Italian master’s violin (a Maggini), and setting it up like Clarence did.
Hey, all. First off, I’d like to wish all of you a good New Years, my friends in Australia are pretty close to 2022. Me? I still have one more full day in this benighted year.
But hey, at least I have a new violin, and I need to practice. A lot.
Below is how this thing sounds. An old song called “Faded Love,” performed imperfectly.
It’s OK, I guess, for not having practiced for twelve or thirteen years.
Hope in this new year to get a lot of playing in, pick up some new songs. Also hope to be able to play them pretty well, but we’ll see. I’m already looking forward to sitting out on my deck, the corn lush and green, and messing around with my fiddle. Heck, though, that’s seven months off into the future.
What am I doing now?
Well, besides drinking coffee.
In 2022 I’ll release the second installment of The Promised Land trilogy on my paid website, along with the second book in the Ohio Rifles series. I’m pretty excited about that. In addition, I should actually have at least one officially published launch, time unknown. Probably going to stick with Amazon’s KDP service, but I’m unsure about that as of right now. Also, of course, there is the matter of my collaborations with others. These are bearing fruit, and I’m pretty excited about this.
Dunno. At the moment it looks as if 22 is wide open with possibilities, but I don’t think I’m going to do the long-delayed Australia trip this upcoming. Too many variables in travel arrangements right now.
Besides that, not a whole lot going on.
Good luck to all of you this upcoming year, and may it be better than what we had.
A pretty nice gift, this Christmas Eve. Our family’s tradition is to give out one, and mine happened to be the first new violin that I have ever owned. In fact, the newest one I’ve had was a school fiddle from the twenties, my other one, my G. Grandma’s, was made 1860-1880. Pretty old.
That’s a nice fiddle, that old one, but that’s the problem. I feel like it will snap in half every time I tune it, so I’ve wanted a new fiddle for a while. Well, my family got me one, a nice acoustic/electric model. It has a nice sound.
But that’s not really what I want to talk about. I’d like to talk about the guy who taught me how to play in the manner of these hills, a fella by the name of Clarence.
Clarence was an older gentleman with coke bottle glasses, his poor eyesight was a source of life-long frustration to him.
No, it wasn’t because he couldn’t see the music. He never read a sheet, anyway, he played strictly by ear, his foot always tapping.
Clarence was pissed because his eyesight kept him out of World War Two, he took that regret with him to the grave. He told me the story. When the 37th Infantry mustered for overseas deployment, Clarence volunteered and for a while he wore the uniform. Then the Army docs said his eyes were too bad, and they sent him home. He went back to work in the steel mill, and he eventually retired from there.
But in the meanwhile, the 37th slogged through the island-hopping campaigns in the Pacific, it was a very bad time. They ended their war in Luzon, 1945. Nothing but hard, bitter fighting in the worst of conditions for years on end.
Clarence didn’t miss much, in my opinion. But even fifty years later he was pretty sore about it.
He was one hell of a fiddler.
Let’s make one thing perfectly, crystal clear. I cannot play 1/1000th as well as Clarence. There was hardly a tune he didn’t know, and he could play all of them and their variations masterfully, all by ear, all without a single sheet of music. He was a borderline prodigy, and I feel privileged that I knew him.
With regret, I was never able to say goodbye.
During yet another deployment, he died. I came home and he was gone.
This encyclopedia of Appalachian music was closed for good, his knowledge and his collection of violins gone.
If I would have been a better student. If… I don’t know. If I could turn back the clock.
Well, at least I can still play “Shady Grove” the way he taught me. And I still remember him, the best fiddler I have ever known.
Since Afghanistan I have not been able to play. But over the past six months, despite other challenges, I have felt the old desire return. I guess that’s a good thing. And now I have this brand-new, pretty little red fiddle (the lighting makes it look yellow. It’s not).
Hopefully all of your holiday breaks are good, and you get a gift as nice as this one.