Writing start: 9:36 A.M.
Finish: 3:24 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 800
Edited (est.): 8100Tasks
1. Failure: Read-through of chapter twenty-six
2. Book Three Melody: Off till 6/3
3. Angel: Book Three: 300 new words
Notes: Finished chapter two. I'll start the primaries tomorrow!
4. Random Chance Book Two: Off till 6/10
5. Port Story: Off
6. Hidden Bookmarks: Read-through of chapter one
7. Rumpel: 500 new words
Notes: I'm committed to giving this guy his true happy ending, not the garbage one the series gave him.
8. Zelena (Secondary Edit One): First secondary edit of part six
Special Projects: None today
Extra notes: I guess I wasn't his cup o' tea. Oh well.
The owner of the blog linked to above added me to his favorites list on Smashwords, the publishing site doing its level best to cater only to romance (read: porn) authors, and ignoring everyone else. Very little occurs there with respect to my work or profile, so I was quite surprised that someone had added me. I saw that this individual had a blog, so, as good manners (I believe) demand, I set aside some time to check it out.
That's already more than 99.9999% of you would ever do. But--again--I believe good manners demand such reciprocation. After all, he took the time to look my profile over and add me to his favorites; the least I could do is return the favor, and perhaps do a little more, just to show what a magnanimous fuck I am.
So I set aside a good hour a few nights ago and visited his blog. Again, almost no one else would bother doing the same thing; this I know to be a fact.
Turns out he's an indie author just like me. He probably is looking for more people to read his work. He probably wouldn't mind at all if I dropped by and looked around. Bloggers monitor their stats like crazy--I'm no exception--and I'm sure I inflated his. I'm sure he got a nice little dopamine hit from it.
To enhance that hit, I left comments on three of his posts (requiring a reset of my password, which involved opening an email account and doing all the required horseshit in order to log in to WordPress), clicked the button to follow his blog, and sent him a private message via the blog that I really liked his work and wished him well and good success in the future.
Earlier today I visited Smashwords to see that he has removed me from his favorites list.
Did he return the good manners by leaving me a nice comment or two on this blog? No. Of course not. Did he add my blog to his favorites? Of course not. Did he send me a private message? What, are you high?
He's a religious man, a Quaker. Nice way to treat your digital neighbor, Quaker. I'm sure God is wanting to high-five you. After all, it's in the Bible: Matthew 7: square root of 8: "Ignoreth he or she who-eth does you-eth a solid or three. Eth."
Look. I get it. The fact is, I'm not everyone's cup o' tea. I call a spade a spade; I call the kettle black; I pull no punches; and, like Malcolm Reynolds, I aim to misbehave. These times demand nothing less than that from anyone who claims to be or wants to be moral.
So I'm not this jerk's cup o' tea. Does that absolve him of good manners? How about a reacharound and maybe a cigarette afterward, dude? Nah? Allrightythen.
But that's the thing: good manners no longer exist today, especially online. I've in fact been visited by no fewer than two dozen different blog owners in the past two-plus years; most are bot-created or scams or loaded with viruses, making my desire to click through to them quite problematic. Those that looked legit I took a half hour to an hour each time to peruse their work and, where appropriate, leave a few nice comments.
To date, not once has any of them reciprocated. Not once. Yo, Quaker boy: don't feel bad about your bad behavior--everyone's doing it. It's okay. It's herd-approved.
If you want to find out what people are really like ... well, just log in to your computer. You'll learn tootsweet.
Have a good evening.