I wrote a super-aggrandizing and yet at the same time ultra-abnegating and surprisingly long blog post today that began as prostituting promotion for O Fallen Angel and this blog (trying at times to simultaneously court Followers on Blogger for ego-sakes as well as to try to get people to buy up the 8 copies of the book available on Amazon.com and SPD, respectively, in order to get some sort of personal identity as cult author, kind of the wild inverse of what Charlie Sheen is doing on Twitter) - titled Slut, Slut, Slut, in other words, I was bored, bored, bored, or something worse than bored I don't want to name. As well as gratuitous things about sin and bizarre ways to eat a mango. But I erased it. So those of you who have it stuck somewhere in their Google Feed, whatever that is, like an apple string in a molar, you can read it, but otherwise I erased it, yet now by giving the plot away I am still, somehow, not erasing it. Anyway.
But that's nothing. I look around for good news and I found some: Amina Memory Cain has started a Tumblr. How fun. And: Kate Durbin has started a Tumblr. Double fun.