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Wherein I ramble about books, movies, music, TV shows, my life, and occasionally, hot emo boys.
Monday, April 23, 2007
presumptuous bastards
This is a mini-rant, mixed with a whine. So cut yourself a slice of your favorite cheese and listen up.

First of all, who the hell does Google (and other websites) think they are? I'm sick and tired of having my preferences changed without my consent. It seems like every time I click to a site, they decide I want all my content in Spanish because they recognize my ISP is out of Mexico. Yes, I live in Mexico, but it doesn't mean I want all my online content in Spanish. Why don't they give me a choice about it? Or better yet, let me change it myself, if I need it done. Fact of the matter is, I do okay in Spanish, but it's not my native language. I write in English. I do business in English. So why are they making me waste my time, struggling to find the way to switch it back when I didn't switch it in the first place?

That makes me feel ill at ease about how much information is readily available just from accessing a site. I click and they know I'm looking at their page from Mexico, using Prodigy Infinitum, so they decide to change my subscriptions without asking me? WTF is that? I'm starting to think websites know entirely too much. They're crossing the line in trying to anticipate my needs. I don't want some web-bot doing that, just like I don't want my online content translated without my say so. It's often like that when people think they're doing you a favor -- by not asking first, half the time they mess up what you had going.

Moving on to the whine portion of our program. Got your cheese handy? Good. My WIP isn't going well. I'm not feeling it, I don't want to write it right now. It's not under contract or anything yet, so I have no obligation to it. I really want to do a sequel to Falling or Good Touch, at this point. I was trying to be smart in a business sense. Guide is sold, my editors want a sequel telling Darnell and Maya's story. Said they'll contract on a partial. The other two books aren't sold, don't know if they will be. I was going by the "bird in hand beats two in the bush" edict, but my muse thinks this is a lame-ass idea.

When do you guys put a project on hold and move on? Do you force yourself to slog on through something you're not feeling? Or do you follow your muse wherever she leads? I could use some advice.

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