Feeling barfy

Bleargh.... I had shrimp in the freezer and then we had a power outage and then I started to defrost it and changed my mind and then I defrosted it again and let it sit in the fridge for a couple of days and then I cooked it.

And then--surprise!--I was rather ill the night before last.

And then, because my stupidity knows no bounds, I decided last night to have a couple of vodka lemon drops. That was Not A Good Idea. I'm lucky my GI tract hasn't decamped completely.

All of which is to say that, while I have gotten more editing done on Trust, it's not going to happen today. (And then I have real life interfering for a bit--gah.) In hopes of accomplishing something constructive despite having gotten no sleep, I've been reading through some self-publishing blogs. While that's given me some more places I could promote Trang, I can't say that any of them have been exciting enough that I want to link to them and tell you to go read them. Part of it is that contemporary self-publishing is, you know, really, really contemporary--two years ago, it was not nearly so viable. So for most people, they don't have that much to say: Price the book cheap, fret about the cover, market. Lather, rinse, repeat. Not a lot that's startling and original or even particularly in-depth this time.

Although it does sound like I should start hanging around KindleBoards.