It's been a mad four-day weekend, mostly involving writing. I think I burned out a few brain cells on
Restraint, because
pandarus recced it the other day and suddenly the hit count at AO3 started soaring.
What's even cooler is that
pandarus wants to podfic it.
She podfics as
Fayjay and if you like podfic and have even a glancing familiarity with any of the fandoms she records in, I cannot recommend her work highly enough. One day, a couple of months ago, I was listening to her recording of "
Old Country," the you-can't-believe-it-will-work-but-it-does Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover by Astolat, and I thought, "It would be so cool if
that reader could podfic
Restraint, because she has exactly the right British accent for it and she's fabulous and would be my second choice after, like, Stephen Fry. Or Alan Rickman."
But then I thought, "Naah--she's a BNF and I could never ask her."
It will come as no surprise to the reader to learn, therefore, that when she emailed me and
volunteered to record my story on the strength of the first four chapters, well, a) I said yes about twenty seven times, and b) the pressure to push ahead and keep writing was suddenly on! (And I've ended up having a lovely email conversation with her, so that was a huge plus.)
So I poured on the steam and got a hell of a lot written by my glacial standards, with
kis betaing the same chapter at least three times, bless her patient spirit, but now my brain is fried. I was up till 3:30 a.m. last night, and dreamed of the story all night long when I finally did get to sleep: spinny dreams, thoughts chasing each other around. And kittens.
Not that restful.
I took my nephew out this evening for fish and chips and a beer (well, he had root beer--he's only 13) to fill the protein gap left by four days of insane writing-based malnourishment. Came home and watched "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle" and laughed my ass off. I needed the break.
And now I must sleep. Gah! Look at the time. It's an hour later than it is.