Then I was inspired, now I'm sad and tired

It's gonna be a few days, I think, before I've got my skin back on after posting the last of Restraint. I feel pretty raw and fluttery at the moment. I tossed and turned last night after hitting the go-button on the AO3, not out of any particular fear or anticipation of the reactions the story would get, but because this huge thing that has occupied my creative territory for more than two years has pretty much decamped, and the place looks like Max Yasgur's farm on August 19th.

I overslept this morning--on purpose, really--and rode to work in the freezing wind, which actually felt good. I look like hell, too: puffy, red eyes. I cried a lot. I mean, seriously, if I were an actor? And needed to cry for some scene? I could just think about the last few paragraphs of Restraint and bingo. Insta-tears. I'm such a sap.

So what's next? Podfic, I think. I think I could just about face transforming someone else's creative work. I'm looking forward to digging back in to Blue Skies From Rain, and participating in podfic_bingo.

Losing weight continues to be a surprisingly creative endeavor, too.

And also? Paint. I might just paint the whole inside of my house.

Later on, when my skin is back, I hope I'll get another story idea.