It occurred to me the other day that I never officially stated — off Twitter anyway — that I escaped from the hospital unscathed. Well, I did. I seem to be both emotionally and physically intact, possibly even better than before, despite their best efforts otherwise. Now instead of sitting around all day high and watching TV while people repeatedly ask about what’s coming out of my butt, I get to chase around a dog all day and try to yank what came out of his butt from out of his mouth. I still consider it a step up. Although, if the dog wants to stop eating his shit, I won’t say no. Not that he cares when I say no anyway.
Other than that, I’d like to reiterate that Storybook Romance is now available from Red Bird Chapbooks. I’ve got a few on hand if anyone’s interested, or you can order a copy here. There should also be an e-version soon if that’s your thing. There’s also a write-up from Evan Kingston about the chapbook here if’n you’re interested. And you should be, because he says things like, “Full of beautiful language, it features one startling take on a familiar story after another.”
Now, if you’ll excuse me, the alarm on my phone is telling me it’s once again time to violate my dog’s privacy. It’s a good thing he’s not a shy pee-er or I’d be out there all day.