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Can't Stop Looking at Puppies

8/19/2013

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So if you've been wondering why I decided to redo my website today, I'll tell you. It's because I can't seem to drag myself away from the computer, and frankly, if I'm not going to do anything off-computer productive, then on-computer productive it is! But, Ashley, don't you have a novel to finish writing? SHUT-UP! Yes, I do have a novel to finish writing, but I can't focus on other-worldly stories right now... I'm looking at puppies. 

I feel a empty void in my heart. I need something to love that isn't just my husband. It probably doesn't help that I'm off work until at least September so I spend a ridiculous amount of time trapped inside all alone (well, I do let myself out occasionally, but you get the idea). And while this should be the perfect time for me to catch up on my noveling, do some pleasure reading, and what have you, no, I have decided upon (and convinced my partner as well) needing a puppy. 

Now, when I say "puppy" I don't always mean little newborn ball of fur that will pee on everything every five minutes, but they can be included in the term as well. I'm on the hunt for our missing fur baby. No work can be done while my baby is lost, out in the wilderness of some foster home, waiting for his mommy....
...I may also be slightly hormonal at this point in time... We have been curious as to how I will feel a couple weeks from now, especially when I start working outside of the house again, but lets face it, if I have a puppy at home, that puppy will be loved, and if I have to sacrifice planning out a week's worth of homework packages so that my little fluffy baby gets his walks, well it's a win-win for the furry baby and my students!
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Bad Reviews

8/18/2013

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I'm not a professional editor. I'm an avid reader who knows what she likes and what's not to her taste. I'm also a writer. As a writer I know that the aim is not to try to please everyone and therefore someone is bound to not be a fan. Since we begun Curious Endeavourances back in January of this year, I've read books that I haven't fully cared for, but there has been enjoyment in the process, in determining what it is that doesn't suit my taste, what structures or narrative styles put me off. As a teacher, I'm also aware that there are numerous kinds of readers, and trying to get 30 students to read and enjoy the same thing is just as hopeless as trying to get 30 million readers to read and enjoy the same thing. Books I wouldn't care for are loved and coveted by the right reader, and it warms my heart to anyone find joy in reading. 

But what happens when all of your heart-on-your-sleeve open-mindedness seems all used up? When you just can't find a nice way of saying "Better luck next time!" It's one thing when it's a rough work. A student essay, for example, you know is a work-in-progress, you know that they will (or at least should) improve with every attempt. Even fictional works in the draft stage always has that glimmer of hope that surrounds it that if they just fixed their typos, just thought a little more as to what's motivating this character to proceed, or adjusted the level of description, that the out-come could one day be a good book. It doesn't have to aspire to be a masterpiece; so long as it's true to the story, a reader-to-be is out there waiting to be united with the book that will change their life forever. Of course, this isn't the reaction that all writers get. We may all dream of it, but most of us will get a pretty even patterning of yay's and nay's. 

I can even appreciate a book that I hate, or a something I've written provoking hatred in someone else. In my opinion, the purpose of art is to bring out an emotional response from us. Even if it's negative, it's a response, the work has served its purpose and all is well in the world. What scares me most is the work that is received without reaction. The work that earns a few blinks of the eye, a shrug and a sigh, and then is forgotten about as if it had never been at all. I fear writing an empty work far more than I fear writing a bad one, as I'm sure the majority of writers do as well. So when I come across an empty work, my emotion doesn't pour from the reaction of the piece, but more so in empathy of the receipt of my numbness. 

Unlike the work-in-progress, the kind that can be revised and released, that aura of hope around it, ready to make it the "right" book for the "right" reader, the published work has a not-so-invisible sign draped over it that says, "I'm ready world! Take me or leave me!" And when my reaction to this book is, "No, you're not ready yet" and yet here I am faced with the fact that someone must have believed that it was, and here is it, ready to be taken or ...le..leaven? left? there must be a better way to conjugate that saying... I'm afraid that I'm left with a feeling that I've come too late. Not that I believe published authors could be saved from mistakes by my counsel, or even that they'd listen to it; nevertheless, I feel horrible, not as a reader because I purchased the book with the intention of enjoying it, that's my purpose as a reader, and when I do not feel fulfilled, like any other customer, it is in my right to express so, yet, to keep this very awkward run-on sentence going, as a writer, it hits me right in the feels. Again, a writer will always have to face a negative review, but the true pain comes from the unfeeling review. So what do I do? As a writer, I also know that silence from a reader is just as painful. I would rather hear that my readers hated my work than for it to just disappear into the ether. But is an unfeeling review much better? Knowing that once this review has reached its final period, the last full-stop, that the work the reader has read and reviewed will disappear into the ether. This book I have read will do just that. I will think on it only long enough to endure the Curious Endeavourances hangout and then those few fragments that I struggled to keep alive will be dissolved. 

How do I know it will be truly dissolved and not just a belief that I won't think about it again, much like I claimed Emily Schultz's Heaven is Small would be like only to discover that I can't get Gordon Small out of my head or stop re-playing the horrible purgatory that is Heaven? Because I was numb to each turning page, much like when you glaze over a textbook that you have to read but an hour later you have no idea what was even on those 3 chapters you forced yourself to get through. How I can hold onto something later that I couldn't even taste. Not unhappy. Not even underwhelmed. Just numb. Just unfeeling. Now how do you say that to an author who might have poured their soul into this work? And even more frightening, how do I as an author pull myself through it when someone says the same to me?
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Two Months Later...

8/18/2013

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Isn't this how everyone spends their honeymoon?

So the year of big scary change should be slowing down now. The wedding's done, honeymoon over, and the new house is looking better and better every day. It's been a struggle just to maintain my book club reading (I had a month and a half and still only started reading a week before the hangout). But I'm feeling back on track now. I've even pulled out Knightsbridge to dabble away at - NaNoWriMo is on it's way and I can't have two works on the go this year!
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And as things get back to normal, we christened the new MattCave with a good ol' game of Arkham Horror. It was the most chill game we'd ever had. The elder wasn't even close to waking up and we somehow started with really good event cards so we weren't on the verge of death while ill-equipped. Luck of the draw. All five players had sealed at least one gate of their own - yes, sealed, not just closed. We were probably helped by a strange mix of a tough Nightgaunt and some great weather. Our Mythos card made sealing gates cost only 3 clue tokens, then a Nightgaunt kicked the ass of two of our guys so they got sucked through a gate, different gates since there were two of equal distance away. No one was devoured, and even after we had officially won, G. was feeling antsy at not having fought anything, at least not fought and won (silly Nightgaunt), and so we let him have one last turn to kill the ghost. It nearly drove him to insanity, but she's dead. 

I'm not at all disappointed about the quiet Arkham streets we had. For having two newbies playing, I think it was a good intro, though we warned them that it has happened that one of our characters has been devoured within ten minutes of playing. We started at about 8:00pm, had it all wrapped up by 11:00pm. A night well spent!

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