Tuesday Trio

Should have made the title reflect the fact the date: 11.02.2011. Oops. Well, Happy Palindrome Day!

1. The fifth Assistance Dog Blog Carnival was posted yesterday. It’s awesome and you should go read. It was also amazingly exhausting and I am thrilled beyond the telling that it is over and done.

2. Holiday cards are due from the printer’s on Friday. I expect I’ll share some of the photos from the shoot then, but if you’re interested in having some adorable shepherd photos arrive in your mailbox the sign-up post is here.

3. I signed up for NaBloPoMo again. Seemed fitting since I’m posting every day this year. I also signed up for NaNoWriMo, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. My heart is just not in it this year and I’m drained just thinking about attempting it. I can write 50,000 words in a month. I can do twice that even. But I don’t feel motivated this year and I have so many other things going on, like the desire to sleep, that I feel justified in bowing out for this year. Who knows, though, I might change my mind.

The State of the Yara

I have come to two conclusions regarding Yara: 1.) Her desire to eat is directly linked to how she’s feeling health-wise, which is to say I don’t think she’s feeling so hot because food has certainly been the enemy the last few days.. 2.) I’m 95% positive that the mystery allergen she randomly suffers from is cat dander. Both times that she’s had a major reaction were after spending extended time at my grandparents — during which one time I also broke out in hives — and she’s displayed mild itchiness and/or much sneezing when exposed to other situations where cats are present.

The ultimate factor in coming to this conclusion stems from attending SWAG this past Sunday; Yara’s been pretty itchy since and she was basically fine before then. She’s also been incredibly unwilling to eat the last several days, which as I said before is usually a sure sign that something is up with her. (Doesn’t make it any less frustrating, though.) I don’t know if it’s worth going to the vet over. I still have lots of medicine left from her last bought with allergies, but I’ve put a call into the vet to pick her brain on the matter.

In other news, I registered for classes yesterday. And because it’s me this was, of course, fraught with issues. I was supposed to register on Tuesday and while attempting to I came upon a roadblock. The school computer wouldn’t allow me to register because for whatever reason when they updated my address they somehow took away my declared major and thus put me in non-degree status. That’d be all fine and good if registration was open for non-matric students, but it isn’t for another few weeks. Two phone calls to the school later and I finally was able to get myself registered for classes. Speedy as they are, it only took them five seconds after registering to generate a bill and send me a notice via email. Oh, well.

Classes start in about a month and I’m using the remaining time to soak up as many personal reads as I can before I end up buried under academic work. I’ve still been writing something every day, but I have to admit it’s hardly organized and I haven’t even looked at my book in months because I’m truly intimidated by the mess it became thanks to last year’s Nano. Although, I do have a spiffy idea for this year’s Nano! I also decided, especially given I’ll be in the full swing of classwork, that for this year I don’t plan to approach Nano the same way I usually do. In other words, I’ll write and probably attend Write-Ins but I won’t be focusing on writing daily or word counts. No one but me cars about that stuff anyway, right?

Other than that, nothing much to report. Work continues to be a nightmare that I don’t want to talk about. But I take solace in the fact that it’s not permanent and that all drama regarding my place of residence seem to be behind me. In fact, and hopefully I’m not jinxing myself, I’m incredibly shocked that it’s been almost a month and I’ve heard not a peep from, as Sarah has dubbed her, “the Dragon Lady” about any supposed monies owed — including September’s rent, which I felt surely she would attempt to insist I would have to pay. I haven’t seen anyone from the Elouise to ask, but it wouldn’t surprise me if someone has already moved into my old apartment.

I’ve also been cooking and baking quite a bit. I think it’s making the new/old place feel even more like home. I’m just happy I didn’t end up having to eat two dozen apple cupcakes, though. Especially since I’ve promised cupcakes for Kimmy whenever she comes to visit.

My question remains: “How does NaNoWriMo apply to this?”

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy!

When I made my sorta-kinda resolution to get back into book blogging/reviewing, I may have forgotten that people don’t always take negative criticism well. As of this morning I am fully reminded.

A little over a week ago I posted a review of Crimson Rose. Frankly, I didn’t much like it. Initially on Goodreads I’d given it a two-star rating, but after thinking more about it I realized that the complaints I had with the book easily would have left me not even bothering to rate the book. Heck, I probably wouldn’t have finished it if I weren’t inexplicably drawn to the soap opera slash train wreck narrative. So, after a day or so I dropped a star. I didn’t edit a word of the review. Not a word. I never do with reviews, except when I notice a typo because I’m super anal like that.

This morning I receive a message from the author, R. Malone, with the subject line of “Fuck You, Jealous BITCH”. [ETA #4: Message removed by demand of author on grounds of copyright infringement.] The message itself is filled with profanity. After she inquires about my removal of the star and notes the disappearance of a comment I posted where I affirm some interest in reading the potential sequel based on the excerpts she has posted, she then begins to attack me. She states: “I’m finished putting up with jealous bitches like you, Cyndy. I guess if this first book goes to shit thanks to bitches like YOU, that’s perfectly fine. I don’t give a fuck anymore, I really, really don’t.” She ends the note by boasting that my negativity has done absolutely no harm to her book’s sales.

I’ll give her props for two things: (1.) She spelled my name right! (2.) She’s got guts. Though, possibly not so much sense. Especially if she thinks something like that is going to stay private with an avid blogger.

[ETA: I forgot to address the comment deletion. (Though, I did reply in the Goodreads review thread.) I didn’t delete them, whether the author chooses to believe this or not. I noted that much of my activity on Goodreads has been having some issues — including missing comments, unregistered votes, my missing wishlist on Bookswap, and supposedly receiving a book that was sent to Little Rock, AR — and that I’ve been in contact with Support about these issues. (Their last reply was to tell me they’re “researching the issues.”)]

Of course, that wasn’t nearly enough; she also left a comment on my profile and started attacking me on the review at Goodreads. [ETA #3: Her comments have since been deleted/edited by her. (Though, not before I flagged them for being slanderous and inappropriate.)] Apparently she reported the review. But I’m still very confused how my participation in NaNoWriMo for the last decade has any relevance to my disliking a book. Especially when I was pretty darn tactful. I could have easily ripped it to shreds in the review — I’ve done it before — but I actually didn’t want to. I mean, I didn’t hate the book. And let’s be honest, I knew she was going to read it and I didn’t want to start a, well, exactly this.

Does it make me a bad person that I’m laughing at the lack of maturity here?

ETA #2: Ah, she did finally answer my question about the Nano reference. Apparently, she’s under the impression that I feel I could write a better book, but since I’m obviously unpublished11 my critique is hardly relevant. I didn’t realize that my status as a reader was hindered because I don’t have my name in a fancy font on a book cover. Go figure.

Edit the Last: As of 5:00 p.m., I am shutting off comments to this post and ceasing any further response. I received a reply from Goodreads regarding the flagging of the original comments on the review there. They have deleted her comment from my profile and sent her a warning. Thanks everyone for your support. Let’s all move on, please.

  1. I’m guessing my inclusion in sociology journals doesn’t count. After all, those were just academic papers, right?

November 29, 2009

Though generously medicated, I still feel decidedly horrible. The migraine seems to have a mind of its own; sometimes my whole head feels as if it is made of the very essence of pain, a few hours later the pain will ebb to be replaced with most intense nausea, still others will leave me feeling so intensely light and sound sensitive that the merest hint of light or the tiniest breath of sound is excruciating. All in all, I’m in a terrificially bad mood about it. I really am a very pathetic person when I’m sick. It’s probably very good that I live alone.

As if linked to my physical health, the dog has been suffering some EPI side effects herself. I’m still unsure if it’s the new enzyme supplement as the issues are inconsistent at best. She’s still defecating with a bit more frequentcy and urgency than before, but there is no physical evidence in her bowel movements to suggest she isn’t absorbing the enzymes. I’ve slightly increased her dosage, but it’s still too soon to see if that will make any difference. Thankfully we had no episodes at my grandparents’ during Thanksgiving, but I’ll be away over the weekend and I’m a bit concerned about that. Though, I’m sure a bit of canine diarrhea and/or vomit would hardly surprise the company I’m visiting given the number of resident dogs.

Actually, I’m also a bit wary of Wednesday’s Lions Holiday Party. Sarah and Fay will be joining us again this year, and I’m actually quite thrilled about the potential for mouthwatering food. Probably my neurosis is unfounded, but I just hope there won’t be any episodes there either. The Normanside really isn’t my ideal location for a sick dog experience.

But on the up side, I have managed over the course of the last few days to dredge up some energy — in my few moments that I’m not in raging pain — to edit a bit of my Nano and I’m thoroughly pleased with the effort. Granted, it’s a terrible novel at the moment. It’s also very much unfinished. But even though it’s a sad example of my writing skill, there is a foundation there. And now that I can safetly brainstorm and outline, I feel that I can salvage it into something I’m not ashamed to share. Eventually.

I Won!

Day 25: 53104 words

Words Written: 11,010 (7,718 written yesterday)
Total Word Count: 53,104 words


Now I want to sleep for a week.