Shameless Self Promotion

Time to stop fucking around and shout some shit about my book.

1. The author of Ever and Scorch Atlas who is a nice manboy with nice shoulders, Blake Butler, ever so nicely blurbed my book as follows:

“After reading Normally Special, if I knew xTx’s legal name, I’d file a restraining order. Maybe she’s Aileen Wuornos. Maybe she’s a wiccan living under A.M. Homes’s bed. I don’t know, she freaks me the hell out. “You should be glad I cannot tie knots or have access to a gun safe,” she writes in the last of these 23 texts, each somehow both demented and courageous, desperate and ready to brawl. I’d be glad of that if I believed it; you can practically smell the rope burn on the skin coming off these ransom letter sex threats. I’m leaving the door unlocked. ”

Sure, he could’ve made that up in lieu of actually reading my book, so it’s a 50/50 chance of awesome. And when there is a 50/50 chance of awesome, I WOULD TAKE THOSE ODDS!

2. The person who copy-edited my book liked my book so much one story MADE HER GASP! Wow! Now, that’s what I like to hear! The day one of my stories can bring someone to orgasm will be a good, good day.

3. Ethel Rohan, author of the amazing book, "Cut Through the Bone" is still having a book giveaway through the end of the month if you buy my book before Feb. Check the deets HERE or LOOK! A nice writer lady (Alissa Nutting) whose book is on my list of things to read is ALSO PROMOTING THIS CONTEST!!! Crazy nice peoples!!!!

4. Last night, J.A. Tyler at Big Other reviewed Normally Special in a way that made me feel swollen with gratitude and hope. I am proud to be the first launch from tiny hardcore press because what's in a name? In this case, everything.

5. Buy my book. It’s halfway sold out. A large chunk might disappear during Thurs/Fri/Sat of next week so, I’m just warning you….

6. If you already bought my book I would like to whisper thank you in your ear. Also, I’m now into smelling beards, so if you have one of those, I will also be rubbing my face innit. (not weird)

not good at a lot of things

Bad things to do. In my head and in my heart. I’m feeling sick with it. It’s a tennis match I can’t get rid of. I am every day being told I won some foreign lottery. But I don’t want to do anything about it. It feels fake or illegal. Some guy re-emailed me about advertising his fashions on my blog and he upped the price to $80 from some lower number. I remember I had deleted his first email because it sounded not real. This time I just wrote him back, “Is this real?” and he hasn’t answered me. He also had offered me a free pair of boots. He is probably not real. I’ve been having a hard time sleeping. No, I take that back, it’s just the falling asleep I am having trouble with. That’s when the thoughts come. I used to just entertain masturbatory scenarios in order to help myself fall asleep because those kept the thoughts from creeping in cuz they were good movies to watch and play pretend in. Nowadays I don’t care to make the fake scenarios because I could care less anymore. I am tired of it all. Or maybe I am just accepting. Maybe it’s more like giving up. Like when you work out every day and your thighs are still huge floppy tumors that block the sunlight from your vagina.

On Sunday there was the prettiest cake and I wanted to eat it right away but I waited. When I finally ate it, it was pretty horrible. I was like, “looks can be deceiving”. It was as if this cake had boasted of the girth of its nine inch penis and then after I got it drunk and took of its pants there was a raisin that grew to a date. Either which way, I didn’t spit it out. That would’ve been rude.