100.6 degrees worth of hot. My son brought home this lovely flu/bronchitis and bestowed it upon me.
My book is also at least warm right now. Last year I got 6 requests for reviews all told. Within the past 2 weeks I've been hammered with requests for reviews. This means I'll have to order more books because that expense is on a self-published author. They are ordered in lots of 5 and are $11 apiece. I currently have five. I'm going to need 27 all told. I will somehow have to pull about $350 out of my ass (including postage) to get them. I am probably going to have to beg my parents for money. That is a feeling that I just despise. But since this could mean that the book could actually start selling, since there's no such thing as bad publicity, it's worth getting out my knee pads and puckering up while placing the parental booty in the proper position.
That sounds way grosser than it actually is. I'm only implying that sometimes even those of us who are sworn non-buttkissers must kiss butt.
Now pardon me while I hack up a lung.
