Saturday, January 31, 2009: What the Hell do I have to do to be seen? What is it that I have to do to have someone pay attention? Haven’t I already said enough? Do I have to keep spelling things out to people? Am I am idiot or are they the ones in the dumb zone?
Archive for January, 2009
See Me, See Me
January 31, 2009Bright Passage?
January 30, 2009Friday, January 30, 2009: The other day there was an article in the New York Times about self-publishing. The title of the article was Bright Passages: Authors Who Pay Their Way. What is so bright about having to pay to get published? What is so good about having to fork money over to see your book in print? I see nothing good about this. In fact, I find it very sad. It is the same old story of many years ago. Nothing has changed. Yes, famous authors in the past have had to pay initially and they they became famous. But how many of them are lucky enough to have that happen?
I looked high and low for a publisher for my novel Different Flags. it was rejected everywhere. Sometimes reasons were given, sometimes not. When I finally found a small publisher in Florida, it received excellent reviwes. Some of the reviewers were: http://www.knowbetter.com, http://www.amazon. com/reader, http://www.compulsivereader.com, among others. I was proud of my novel and all the effort I put into it didn’t mean a thing to me. But I did not pay to get it published. That was my choice. And I will not pay to publish my other 3 novels: To Find a Dead Woman, Rubio, My Dog, My Life and Roof Less, Being Homeless on Park Avenue.
I don’t Care Anymore
January 30, 2009Friday, January 30, 2009: My credit is ruined because of the mortgage fraud in GA. I have to pay what little I am able to buy with cash. The 754 credit score I once enjoyed is now a thing of the past. And I don’t care anymore. I want to care, but I can’t. Once upon a time, excellent credit was a thing I was proud of. But not getting justice or my money back has really hurt. I lost my savings because of the mortgage fraud/foreclosure mess. My peace of mind is also gone. I have had to change my life in ways I never believed possible. And the changes were not for the better.
Updated Version of my Resume
January 30, 2009EUGENIA MARIA RENSKOFF
blog: www.beccar.wordpress.com
PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE
TRAVEL EXPERIENCE:
- Extensive travel in Latin America, Europe and North America
LITERARY EXPERIENCE:
· Currently writing a fourth novel “Roof Less on Park Avenue”. An article based on the book has been submitted to The New York Times and other publications.
· Currently working on the screenplay version of “Different Flags”.
· Novel “Different Flags” published in 2002 (receiving excellent reviews from Amazon.com readers, Compulsive Reader – website, etc.).
· Novel “To Find a Dead Woman”.
· Novel “Rubio, My Dog, My Life”.
TRASLATION & INTERPRETING NY, CA, GA, VA, Argentina
Private clients and legal services agencies 1989-2009
· Translating business documents, brochures, business and personal letters
· Translating pages to be used for speaking engagements
· Translating songs, newspaper and journal articles
· Interpreting during medical appointments
· Interpreting during business meetings
TEACHING LANGUAGES NY, CA, GA, VA, Argentina
· Spoken and grammatical English 1998-2008
· Spoken and grammatical Spanish
VOLUNTEER EXPERIENCE
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Caritas, Catholic Charities
· Helped with food service for the poor.
· Handed out clothes, toys, baby accessories
San Francisco, CA
De Young Museum
· Assisting museum patrons
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Interests and hobbies:
Pets, the elderly, art, literature, books, geography, architecture, film, fine jewelry, antiques, imported and American porcelain, cooking and baking.
What to Do?
January 26, 2009Monday, January 26, 2009: What do i need to do to do draw a diagram, spell out things even more, be brutal and scream and yell and just be plain rude? I am really tired and I don’t want to bother anybody, but sometimes nothing seems to work and that’s when help is needed and appreciated.
Lower Back Pain
January 24, 2009Saturday, January 24, 2009: I have a terrible back pain. It’s so bad that I could hardly get any sleep last night. I think it was caused by carrying too many things at once this past week–having a lot of excess stuff from the soup kitchen and other places. Coming back on frigid and extremely windy nights absolutely did me in–so much so that I can hardly bear to sit down.
Apt. Dreaming
January 21, 2009Wednesday, January 21, 2009: Each and every time I seean ad for rentals or an apt. for sale, I fantasize that Lauchita and I will be able to live in one of them. I see us in an apt. with a view of the East or Hudson River. An apt. all to ourselves,with its own kitchenand bathroom–nothing shared anymore.
Apartment Dreaming
January 21, 2009Wednesday, January 21, 2009: I cannot help it and suppresing it is a useless endeavor. Each and every time I see and ad on the subway, an ad anywhere, about anapt. for rent and/or sale, I fantasize that I have the money to go out and get one for Lauchita and me. Then I see us living in a place with a view of either the East or Hudson–or, Central Park. Lauchita and I used to hang out in the park a lot this past summer when the weather was super hot. It’d be great to visit it again and be just steps away from it.
The Chair
January 17, 2009Saturday, January 17, 2009: I should have known that if he started tearing up the chair, that meant that something was wrong–very wrong. Chiquito had always been a well-behaved dog, a nice dog. If his behavior changed, I should have asked the woman taking care of him in Argentina to take him to the vet. I am so sorry that I didn’t. I have lost a wonderful dog and friend.
Chiquito’s Walks
January 14, 2009Wednesday, January 14, 2009: Last Monday was my fourth week without him. I found out that Chiquito had died 4 weeks and 2 days ago. I hope he’s walking in Heaven. Because the walks that he and I took seemed to be more for my benefit than for his. It was like he wanted to please me instead of the other way around. And doing his doggie business didn’t matter as much as enjoying where we were going.
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