Not dead yet, in case you were wondering.

Two months and much ado with sharp objects, blood and dodgy chemicals later, and I'm back drinking wine and eating a Chinese. Chemotherapy is not recommended, especially if, like me, you have the veins of a princess.

On the plus side I sold a book on Amazon (a rare event) and a well known bank gave me a credit card (evil laugh).

So, THUMP. Taps foot. I gave away six copies a while back and NOT ONE review! I am heartbroken; worse, convinced of some terrible conspiracy. The forces of publishing are arrayed against me. Internet spiders are brandishing their pointy teeth at scared reader Hobbits who are quietly shuffling away. Or maybe I'm just rubbish. At marketing anyway, which I've long considered the Devil's business. Hmmm. Quandry. A little evil is perhaps necessary in the world, to which I'm giving BookViral (www.bookviral.com) a go. Eighty quid. Watch this space and all that.

THUMP, vol. 2 is two thirds done, currently majorly stalled. Ditto.

That's all for now. The remainder is scrawled on my living-room walls. I have girly ice cream sticks in the freezer and new bedding. I'm 49 next month and plotting a debauched coming decade. You know, if you're female, smiley and interested.

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