…That’s how I feel, anyway. Above image is my delightful discovery that my article about “Lars and the Real Girl” was not only in the sunday San Francisco Chronicle — but it made the pink section in a two-page spread! I bought it monday night, that’s how it’s going these days.

In my last post I mentioned that I’d done two Fleshbot posts, but didn’t tell you about the second one, about Juicy Little Fat Grl. Well, it’s a fun review — but now it’s even more interesting by the action in the comments. Of course, someone said lame things about fat girls. But when you read Juicy’s response… it makes the world feel like a really nice place to be in these days.

Which, it’s starting to be for me. My finances are still a disaster — I’m not alone, as the book distributor bankruptcy still has so many of us indie writers and our publishers gasping for breath, even ten months later. I got an email last week from a friend who publishes (non-sex books), saying, “We are coming up for air, finally. This year, we lost about 90% of our other publishing company’s revenue. Our book club folded. So things have been a bit unsteady. But looking brighter now.” Brighter, indeed — Todd is starting to move and be more cognitive; there isn’t a morning, afternoon or night I fall asleep without thinking about him. I’m researching alt ways he can control a computer and cool podcasts to listen to when he gets back (and might be in a care facility for a while). So I’m feeling upbeat about it, and the nightmares are fewer — though I texted them over in Amsterdam today that it’ll be ironic if Todd has to learn to write with his right hand… And I’m truly, deeply blown away by gifts readers sent me for my birthday, making me feel a lot less alone in all of this and giving me some really amazing resources, tools and toys in the process. Quite a few items shipped without sender info; thank you, whoever you are. I hope I’ve given you something delicious and inspiring somewhere in all this bandwidth in return.

And if you missed my “Porn or Not?” presentation for SF Ignite last night — you really missed it. I’m going to try and at least hijack the audio for a podcast, so you can hear me go off the deep end talking (with 20 15-second sides about) porn, community standards, “I know it when I see it”, Fleshbot and Coeds with Colds — finishing with me going totally crazy out of my mind in a breathless rant about how I can’t find good porn on flickr anymore and people are taking to the streets to stop tentacle porn and falling on my (stripey-socked) knees crawling across the stage at the DNA Lounge screaming, “Oh dear gawd please Creative Commons save me!!!!!!!”