MotherFUCKER, I took the stupid pill around 11:30 so why am I still unable to sleep after trying for two and a half hours? Don't tell me I have to switch off these pills every five days. That's fucking ridiculous, for one thing, and I'll get used to both of them and be entirely fucked within the month, for another thing. If all it's going to do is give me a screaming bitch of a headache then I think I'm going to take Lisa's advice and start having a glass of wine before bed. Despite the fact that I don't like wine. Hey, wine drinkers, what would you suggest to someone who doesn't like any of the red wines she's ever tasted because they all taste too alcoholic? I also can't stand champagne, if that impacts the suggestion list at all. I think I'd prefer something fruity. I know at least one of you can make an educated recommendation for me.

...hello new people, I have problems with insomnia. As you will become well aware once you have me on your flists for a couple of weeks. It is not at all uncommon for me to miss a night's sleep, entirely unwillingly, and then bitch about it all day long the next day. (Bitching about it includes pleas for attention, pointless posting, sudden upsurge in meme activity, and increased swearing.) But that's not all I do, I promise I'm more interesting than that on a regular basis. Here's my about me post, if you want the cheat sheet to what a speccygeekgrrl is.

I didn't get asleep enough to actually dream, just for my daydreams to get really bizarre, so I spent the past, oh, 150 minutes or so thinking about Moriarty. Specifically, trying to figure out why I like him so much despite him annoying the everloving fuck out of me. I didn't make much headway into that particular problem. I'm going to be doing a podfic soon (probably tomorrow to keep myself from turning into a gibbering idiot trying to read 40 pages of some of the most dense and disinteresting prose I've ever been assigned) that's about Moriarty and Moran, and I'm wondering how to handle his voice, because that mocking sing-song isn't really appropriate here, but neither is the cold fury, and the last thing I want to happen is for my Moriarty-voice to sound like my John-voice. I'm absolutely staying the hell away from his shifting accent. I can't do accents when they stay in one place, let alone when they skip all the fuck over.

Anyways. I'll do it and either I will be pleased with it or I won't, and people will like it or they won't, and those two categories don't necessarily have anything to do with each other, really. I've posted things I wasn't entirely pleased with before and had people enjoy it anyhow. (Not often, though. I can point to most of my podfics and say with perfect honesty that I love how they turned out.)

I shouldn't let it stress me out, anyhow. This is what I do to relax. As soon as my hobbies start to hold hands with my anxieties, it's time for me to stop doing them for a while, and I haven't reached that point yet with podfic. I hope I never reach that point, but I know better than to say it'll never happen.

I have five things in my "record these" window that I have permission to do, and I have two more kicking around my main browsing window that I haven't asked for permission yet for one reason or another. If I do two a day, and I have no problems doing two podfics a day, then I will have them all done before I have to leave for college and my recording conditions change. I have no idea what the acoustics in my dorm room are like, and I don't want to have to resort to sitting in my closet in order to get decent sound quality without background noise. I'll do it if I have to, though.

I did mention the screaming bitch of a headache, right? I would spend this time catching up on my fic reading, but it's making it very unpleasant to look at text right now. I might actually put on an audiobook, I still haven't finished Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I'm just coming up on the point where Arthur meets the Dish of the Day. Yeah, I think that's what I'll do, it's a better plan than aggravating my headache and feeling sorry for myself, and maybe Martin Freeman can talk me into getting some sleep. That would be superb.

day 05| something that makes you smile

Looking at the download counts for my podfic. No, seriously, it sounds stupid and possibly a little pretentious, but OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, the LEAST popular of my Sherlock podfics has more downloads than I ever got comments on ANY FIC I WROTE. I am reaching serious numbers of people in a fandom I otherwise wouldn't be smart enough to make a mark on! (Oh hey, irisbleufic: Only Human has 207, Drowning Man has 131, and Harbor is up to 109. You are far and away the most popular author I've recorded for.)

And, you know, making podfic makes me smile too. Doing the voices makes me happy. Getting the right comedic timing for a certain line would make me laugh, if laughing wouldn't screw up the recording. Making it through an emotional bit with the right inflection in my voice makes me really happy. Editing them is sometimes a little bit frustrating, but I'm usually smiling once I export the file to mp3. I really, genuinely enjoy this method of interacting with fandom, and people tell me I'm good at it, and that makes me smile even more. I don't get a lot of feedback, but I treasure every single comment I do get.

So, yes. Podfic makes me smile.

Oh, much better. I laid back down and had a lovely little semiconscious dream about going to see a play with Jeremy Brett. Accompanying him, not watching him perform, to be clear. Then we talked about books and climbed around on a giant hammock thingy. It was a very nice dream. ♥ And now I actually do feel a bit rested.

I just got my podremix assignment, and out of 40 my participant has done, maybe five of them are suitable in length and fandom for me to re-record. I just have to pick which one I want to do. Supernatural's the only one I've done before; it would be interesting to do Torchwood podfic even though I know for a fact it wouldn't interest the most vocal Torchwood fan on my flist, and anyways it's a series, so doing just one would be a little odd, because I wouldn't be doing the first one. Anyhow, I have a bit of reading to do to figure that out, and then that's going on the bottom of my recording list because frankly it doesn't matter what I pick, I'm going to enjoy recording these Sherlock stories and this one White Collar story more. I'll get it done before the 24th, at any rate.

I've made a couple of new friends through that friending meme already! Hello new friends, I'm going to be talking about podfic rather a lot for the next few days, as I have been for the past week or so. I'm kind of a big deal in a certain new fandom with it (lol I sound like an idiot) and it's basically better than taking drugs, how excited it makes me. So that's my thing. Occasionally also I do video blogs in the tub, and I feel one of those coming on tonight, so... look forward to it, if that's something you tend to like!

SPEAKING of audiofic, HEY irisbleufic, Drowning Man is up to 108 downloads! Only Human's plateauing out at 183. That means I promised myself a truffle party, and I thought you'd like to know! (The other Eliot-quoting podfic is up to 75 already. god, I love this fandom, they don't give much feedback but they do download ferociously! And that makes three of my Sherlock podfic to top 100 downloads yet!)

I still have That Unpleasant Thing to attend to, but I think I'm going to start today off by recording the sequel to Drowning Man, because irisbleufic's fiction is lovely and it makes me like the world, and it's better to start an Unpleasant Thing with your head in the right place, which is to say, not wanting to slit your wrists and write the essay in your own heart's blood.

Reposted from megmatthews20:

Once again, heeroluva and myself are asking for donations on behalf of xlcatloveress, who is in a really bad situation right now. heeroluva and I will write whatever kind of fic for donations to xlcatloveress@hotmail.com on paypal.

If you don't want a fic from either of us, please consider donating or passing on the word. xlcatloveress is a stay-at-home mom supporting her children, and due to a hit-and-run by a thoughtless driver, she and her husband have to pay the company he works for the damages for the company car by next Sunday in order for him to keep his job. The damages are around 1000 euros.

Now, I'm not under any illusions that I can raise more than maybe 10 Euros by doing this, but it's the least I can do and any little bit helps.

SO. Forward me proof that you've donated to that Paypal account, and I will podfic anything you ask me to. I'll go up to 5000 words for 5 Euros, scaling up proportionately. So if you ever wanted to make me read a big bang fic, now's your big chance. :D

yeah I said I was going to bed two hours ago, I lied, okay?

anyways.

this post isn't about my sleeping habits. this post is about PODFIC.

that is to say I've run out of things I have permission to record, and I'm open to suggestions about what to do next. I prefer stories between 1000 and 5000 words but will work on either extreme if I really like the story in question. I will contact authors to get permission, just suggest the stories to me. mostly I'm interested in doing Sherlock Holmes stuff right now but you are familiar with my fandoms (and if not there's a fairly comprehensive list available through my profile) and I'll do anything I'm familiar with. (I only do things I'm not familiar with for charity events.)

I have a couple of days until the podremix assignments come out, so... give me something to do? please?

Okay, I don't even know WHY I BOTHER MAKING POLLS ASKING YOU PEOPLE WHAT I SHOULD DO BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS PROVIDE ME WITH A TIE

so I'm making the executive decision that I need more Martin Freeman in my life right the fuck now and I'm watching Hitchhiker's Guide.

Basically today was pretty good, I recorded three audiofics and I did a pretty proper job of all of them, even though I only technically got told I did good on one of them, I know I did good on the other two. I baked those goddamn cookies and they're in the box, so now I just have to tape it up and label it, and I kind of have to write something else for Jon now because I wrote on the envelope of the letter "read this one first", so... yeah, I'm going to write him something teasing and see if it gets him to actually use the internet because I'll totally send him hawt pixxx if he bothers to give me an email address. maybe.

Uh, and I also cleaned the kitchen floor like my father asked me to, and I had a really nice, long conversation on Facebook with someone from Wells who's going to introduce me to his social circle, and he lives on the third floor of my dorm, so hey: making friends before I even get to school, awesome.

So compared to other days when I haven't been able to sleep, this one was a pretty spectacular success, I got a lot of shit done and I only came close to crying once! which is way better than every half an hour like LAST time I was up for 36 hours running.

And who knows, maybe I will wake up and have some feedback in my inbox tomorrow morning, and I will start my day off feeling like a fucking champion, and then I can go tell Dr. Giaccio that I want my better antidepressant back now please. The one that doesn't make me want to gag when I take it.

But right now: 110 downloads between the three podfics I put up today, OH MY GOD. Fandom pretty much justifies my existence at this moment.

OH YEAH: TONIGHT IS THE PERSEID METEOR SHOWER. It peaks around 1AM EST, to the best of my knowledge, so... if you're awake, go look at the stars tonight, people, make a wish or two.

It's done.

After a little over a month, it's done. I took gyzym's story and I made it into something a little bit more than just words, and it took me 38 days to record 39,000 words, and... I'm very happy with it.

I guess I learned that I really liked the sound of my own voice when I started doing college radio in 2004 and had to record my own shows for review, and I put that to good fannish use a year and a half ago. The first podfic I recorded was my own bandom fic, and then my own Heroes fic, and then I realized that I really preferred reading other people's stories to my own. Since then I've recorded audiofics as birthday gifts, for three different charity events, to show my appreciation of authors and to express how much I loved the words they put together in a way that was a little more concrete than just leaving flailing feedback. Sometimes I just read someone's turn of phrase and go "I have to read that out loud." But History, Repeating Itself is really the most involved audiofic I've ever done, in terms of length and in terms of emotional investment.

I have had so much fun reading from gyzym's Watson's point of view. First-person lets you do things that third-person doesn't, gives you an excuse to let the emotion the story brings out in you shine through. There were parts of this story that brought me close to tears, and I think you can hear that, and I think it makes it more real. Maybe that's pretentious, I don't know. I just haven't had a chance to laugh and yell and get choked up before the way I did with this story.

I know I've pimped the fic out before, because I love it to death. So if you read History, Repeating Itself, and you enjoyed it, please think about listening to the audiobook. I really put my heart into it, and I want people to hear that.

♥

The nice thing about podficcing is, all you need to do it is a quiet place and a computer. You can even do it if you don't feel well, which is my condition right now. I feel dizzy and nauseous, but I still managed to record the sixth chapter of History. I'm bound and determined to get it finished entirely by the time I leave for Plattsburgh, plus the two I have to do for gulf_aid_now that have already been written.

No time to edit it though, I have an appointment in half an hour and after that I'm going swimming and then maybe to the mall. :D

My first gulf_aid_now winner has contacted me with the fic she wants me to do... and I have no idea what fandom it's for. It's anime, I know that much, and I want to say it's Bleach but I'm not positive. It's been a loooong time since I've had to pronounce anything in Japanese and my accent was always fangirl-tastic anyways. I hope I don't mangle anything too severely! I'd feel like a total idiot if an entire fandom saw me fail, even if it's not a fandom I'm part of. I still have to poke brighteyed_jill (my most faithful audiofic purchaser!) and taliatoennien about their choices.

I intended to do the sixth chapter of History today, but I couldn't bear to leave the air-conditioned room, and I can't record with it droning in the background. Tomorrow and Thursday aren't going to be any better, temperature-wise. I may retreat to the basement again for the sole purpose of recording and then scurry back up here. I'm very glad Rachael sleeps over at her friends' homes more often than here, or I'd be shit out of luck and sweating my way through every night. Not appealing. Well, it's only 74 now, that's liveable, but it's still much warmer in my bedroom.

I'm considering cold-messaging an author and asking her if she minds if I record one of her stories. candle_beck's The Narrator would become the longest one-shot I've recorded, but her prose screams to be read aloud, I swear to god. (On the other hand, if she says no, I'll be kind of mortified that I'm not good enough to do it. maybe I just shouldn't ask. NEUROSIS TIEM NOW)

....oh shit, my stockpile of truffles is going to be WRECKED. I should have put them in the freezer on Sunday when I saw this heat wave coming. Shitshitshit. I'll be eating them through straws now.

In better news, Amber has said she can pick me up from Albany on the 14th, so that makes my ticket there a cool $26 instead of $58. Sweet. Plus I get to spend two hours in a car with one of my best friends instead of four hours on a train with a book for company. Much improved! So I have a way to get there and a place to stay while I'm there, that's two out of the three vital things, and I'm sure once I make it to Plattsburgh I can whinge/wheedle/beg/bother/bribe my brother into driving me back to Albany on the 25th. Vacation planning: nearly complete. :D

I have $215 in the bank and $15 in... some pocket of pants I put through the wash, I think and hope, at least. That should be plenty to sustain me for eleven days, and I can make it through August without spending any money, I think. I can't remember if my father ever gave me the $250 he promised me as a graduation gift (he probably did), and hey, he still has to take me dress shopping, I almost forgot about that. I don't need a new dress to go to Plattsburgh, the ones I have will do just fine. I maybe could use a new swimsuit though, the one I have now is pretty ugly. I know I have a second one, I just can't for the life of me find it.

I am kind of sad that Dr. Giaccio put me back on Wellbutrin instead of Aplenzin. It's basically the same thing, except the Wellbutrin tastes like chalky ass, and the Aplenzin didn't taste like anything at all. Seriously, it makes a difference when you're taking it. Bleah. I think it's doing the trick, though, I don't feel nearly as manic this week as I did last week. Good stuff.

I have to figure out what books to take with me to Plattsburgh. I think I'll be done with my Dresden Files re-read (if I spend all of the next two sweltering days doing nothing but reading, which is entirely possible) by then, and I'm considering bringing one of my Holmes compilations to re-read, even though I just read them five months ago. I also have Sherlock Holmes and the Ice Palace Murders, which just came in from Paperback Swap today, and The Patient's Eyes: The Dark Beginnings of Sherlock Holmes, which is about Arthur Conan Doyle and Dr. Joseph Bell, upon whom Holmes was modeled, or so I've heard, anyways. They're both supposed to be very good books, but something in me wants to go back to the canon first.

...I'm just killing time until the Ambien kicks in, at this point. It might be offset by the Dr. Pepper I had with dinner at midnight, though. Why do I do things like that? Because I'm terribly silly sometimes, I suppose. Oh well, time to go play Frontierville until I pass out!

My mom just interrupted me halfway through recording this chapter. "Who are you talking to?" Um.... >.> So I explained audiofic in as few words as I could-- I don't think I've ever explained fanfiction to her, but she's a creative person, I'm sure she understands the inclination if not the fact of fandom-- and she just gave me a look like "okay, my eldest is slightly nuts" and went about finishing her laundry. xD

I'm kind of glad she gave me a break, actually. This chapter is pretty emotionally gruelling to read. I'm just glad she came in during the Chinese food scene and not a bit where Watson is waxing rhapsodic about Holmes's ass. Or the part where I had to sing Lady Gaga, that would have been terrifying/embarrassing. Not that it's not embarrassing enough that the internet at large is going to hear me singing Beautiful Dirty Rich. I swear my voice is much better than that with accompaniment, I suffer from acapella recording, and also I was trying to keep it in character, meaning just a little bit out of tune. xD Yeah, excuses excuses. I know you're all going to laugh at me anyways.

I got to talk to my brother today. He said he would really rather not have to pick me up from Albany, and also it's like $40 in gas to get there and back, so I would owe him $80 to pick me up on the 14th and drop me off on the 25th, which... is basically how much money I would save by taking the train to Albany and not through to Plattsburgh. I just really don't want to have to wake up at ass in the morning to make the train, and to deal with that layover in Schenectady again. Maybe I could see l_loire and his wife for a couple of hours, that would make the wait much more bearable. If I could just get Dennis to agree to get me to Albany on the way home, that would make a significant difference... or maybe I could get my parents to foot the cost of the tickets, in which case I would can my travel-related complaints because hey, if I don't have to pay for it, that suits me better than just fine.

My bastard cat caught another baby bird. He picks on the little ones, he's such a jerk.

Tonight I am going to sleep in my little sister's room, because she has an air conditioner and I don't, and the only other A/C in the house is in my father's domain, into which I dare not intrude. (Well, I could sit in the living room if I wanted, I just couldn't sleep there with him watching TV all night.)

Now, though, I have about twenty minutes of recording left to do if I'm estimating correctly. So far I've only made one screw-up in 15 minutes of reading, that's pretty fucking stellar for me. Editing is going to be a cinch if I keep this up.

Oh. I'm totally going to use Facebook to try and arrange my birthday party. :D I've never used Facebook to set anything up before, I'm kind of excited about it. Of course, first I have to find out where I'll be if I'm not going to be at Peabody's all night long...

49 minutes and 13 motherfucking seconds, thank you very much. I am a teeeeeeny bit disappointed I didn't actually make it to the big 5-0, but hey, them's the breaks. So if anyone's interested, that's almost an hour's worth of wonderful virus!AU Sylar/Luke fic by brighteyed_jill. Definitely the most porn I've ever read out loud. Oh, but I did a different NC-17 piece for her earlier today too, but that was only 5 and a half minutes of Kirk and Spock getting busy, so... you have a choice between really long smut or really short smut? :D?

And I am really awake, and very tempted to just start chapter 4 of History, but that would require taking my laptop down to the basement and the acoustics down there are weird anyways.

I got all my fanmix meme calls done... I think the best of them was "Shoplifters of the World Unite" for Neal Caffrey. :D I'm still open to suggestions, if you haven't made one yet and you'd like to.

...I think since I'm too lazy to go downstairs, I'm going to finally watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.

Re: The Good Guys: "I'm a hugger." BWAHAHAHAHA. Oh man, this show makes me laugh so much, I love it. Kind of sad that next week's a repeat, stupid Fourth of July impeding my television.

I am realizing, upon editing this podfic, that I can hear birds chirping in the background. I don't think I've ever heard them before. I hope the noise removal will take care of that... people probably wouldn't even notice if I didn't mention it. Maybe. I don't know. I'm not really willing to listen to myself talk for two hours straight just to double-check that. I still have a half an hour to go on this listen-through. I definitely don't do a very good Sylar voice. :/ I do Spock pretty well though, if I do say so myself. :D

Tomorrow, I go back to recording History Repeating Itself. Chapter four seemed long compared to chapters two and three, but it is not nearly that long compared to the 8000 words I just read today. xD It's all a matter of perspective, right?

On the topic of podfic, there's still one auction with no bids at all. $5 can get you a half hour long podfic. Consider it. (Podfics make great gifts! Surprise your favorite author with someone to record her stories today! xD)

I am texting my brother now. "Please let me sleep at your house for eleven days because I need to get the fuck out of Auburn for my birthday. By the way what do you want for your 23rd, let me buy you something to sweeten the deal." It's handy having a birthday two days away from his. The party doesn't have to stop. Well, I mean, as much partying as one can fit in from Monday to Wednesday, this year. Which is still a lot of partying, in the summer. Anyway, I miss him, even though I just bothered him in April.

Okay, enough chitchat, time to get back to editing.

Mother Nature is fucking with me right now. I'm 40 minutes into recording a podfic and suddenly THUNDERSTORM. I can't edit out thunder from the background, and I will be utterly damned if I have to record this entire thing over, so I just paused it until the rain dies down... which I hope it will soon, or I'm going to lose my place.

Just, goddamn, 8000 words is a lot of reading to do in one sitting. Yikes. This is probably going to brush up against 50 minutes long when it's done, I think. Maybe it'll be around 45 once I edit out all the fucking up I did.

ETA: Yup, 52:47 when I finished it up. I did fuck up an awful lot, let's see how close to 45 it actually comes when it's done... it's going to have to wait until after I'm done with my Monday night TV, though. Lie to Me + The Good Guys = ♥


Oh, and then there's this:
THE FANMIX MEME ♫

Tra la la, beta-reading Big Bangs is fun, I should do it more often. xD It took me an hour and a half to go through one really excellent story. It's been a long time since I've watched Criminal Minds but anyone into the fandom should keep an eye on jaune_chat soon, because she's got something really great about to come out.

I believe rengeek was complaining earlier today about fandom's lack of response to the situation in the Gulf as compared to, say, the massive efforts of help_haiti and the like. Well, fandom done stepped up to the plate again:
I will be auctioning off podfic, because that's what I'm good at any more, so if you want to put money to a good cause and get some awesome (not to toot my own vuvuzela or anything) podfic in return, I'm offering three individual podfics: One, Two, Three. You have until July 5 to get your bids in, and I can promise they'll be done within 2 weeks because I'm not going to leave for my birthday vacation with anything unfinished.

Now, I think I am going to watch Leverage because I haven't had a chance to do that yet, and then I'm going to try to sleep before the sun comes up because my circadian rhythms are fucked to the point of nonexistence.

But first, this:

This night just keeps getting better and better, and everything good about it is related to Holmes fandom. It's better than drugs, guys, I swear to god.

Anyway, the win: I recovered the raw files for chapter three so I didn't have to rerecord it after all, and I just finished editing it down. This brings us up to the hour and a half mark for this story. The parts start getting longer now, and then they get a lot shorter, but I expect the end result to be about five hours long. Have I said that already? I probably already said that somewhere.

Also, someone in the group-watch chat showed me a gorgeous piece of fanart for the same part I just recorded, and you should see it: PTSD freakout comforting. I want this as my new wallpaper, seriously. (Right now it's a comic strip of sadynax's, which is just too cute for words.)

So I have to post that, and then I can go to bed, hey, before the sun comes up! I'm not on a normal sleep schedule by any means, but I'm migrating closer to something like one, slowly.

I just finished recording chapter three of History Repeating Itself, and RIGHT as I clicked the stop button, Audacity fucking lost it and closed, and I don't know how to get the temporary files back.

It was a pretty brilliant read-through, if I do say so myself, too. Motherfucking computer issues, bane of my existence.

I don't have time to re-record it before the group-watch of The Speckled Band starts, either. It took me 32.5 minutes and I have 30. CURSES.

Well, I guess it can only get better if I have to redo it. Nuances and everything being what they are.

See, I promised I wouldn't post until 3 and it's almost 8. I did a good job not spamming you all incessantly for the entire time I was punch-drunk awake and endlessly amused at myself. I'm not amused with myself any longer. I got maybe five hours of sleep and all it's done is make me grumpy. I think I preferred being sleep-deprived and giddy.

Anyways, I finished a podfic before I caught my nap. The last of superkappa's Sweet Charity podfics. This means it's time to do another chapter of History, Repeating Itself, and then onwards to brighteyed_jill's podfics. I should probably take advantage of the three hours between now and the beginning of the cox_and_co group-watch of The Speckled Band, which I was more excited about six hours ago than I am now, but that pretty much applies to everything. I slept through the hottest part of the day and part of me just wants to go back to sleep. The reasonable part of me realizes that if I did, a) I would miss this group-watch and I really do want to participate in it, and b) I would wake up at four in the morning and be miserable all day long tomorrow.

I tried to write while I was up. I got maybe three or four hundred words and I dislike most of them. It pains me to scrap any progress I make, but if it's bad writing it's not really progress, is it? Part of me is crying out for a beta-reader to tell me what the hell the point I'm trying to make is, but honestly, nobody cares about this story besides me, and absolutely no one would even notice if I threw the entire thing out. Which I won't, because I really do like most of it, I just lost sight of the story I'm trying to tell.

I think I need a writing Watson icon to replace Mohinder at his desk. I guess I'll look for one of those for the next couple of hours. I'm sure I've seen one somewhere, it's just finding where that's the tricky part. Weirdly, I couldn't find a writing Watson icon, but I did find a writing Holmes icon... which works just as well for my purposes.

I did get an audiofic done. :D

If I Could Be Who You Wanted All The Time, by superkappa.

I'm pretty sure I packed everything I'm going to need (extra books, check, headphones, check, underwear, check, pills, check check) so now I have an hour to kill... plenty of time to watch another episode of True Blood. :D

The tentacles podfic is completed! This means two excellent things: 1) I have three squares left until a bingo, and 2) the next thing I record is chapter one of History, Repeating Itself.

which I'm actually going to start right now because I have an hour and 45 minutes until Glee and that is more than enough time to record and edit 5200 words, holy crap, that's a lot of words, this might end up being my longest podfic and it's only chapter one of eight so far. *flails*

Then I think after Glee I'm going to get started on the bondage (held down) fic. Which is going to be the sequel to the sequel to I Know It's Strange, so maybe I should finish the first sequel before I start the third part? But the third part is going to be a pretty gratuitous PWP, the second part is all plot and stuff. Not very good plot, but it is plot nonetheless. I should finish it, is the point I am trying and failing to make here, and I probably will not do that tonight. I don't know, we'll see.

Also: this is my solemn vow that I will not stay up until dawn tonight, because seriously, doing that shit just fucks with me, and it's not like I did enough to justify staying awake for five hours after I said I'd go to sleep last night. Okay, I wrote like 500 words, but that's not really enough. 100 words an hour is pitiful. No more fucking around tonight.

eta: okay, it took a solid half an hour to record chapter one, that officially makes it the longest recording I've made yet. It might end up being shorter than A Large Range of Probabilities after I finish editing out the fuckups, but in terms of raw audio material? It popped my thirty-minute cherry. This whole thing is going to end up being HOURS long, I hope people will actually listen to it because it is fun as hell to read this story out loud. :D

I am BEYOND pleased with the quality of sound using my built-in mic. I don't think my voice has ever sounded this good in a podfic before. All that fuss and worry about nothing at all, in the end! And now I'm just giving the editing listen-through and I'll be done. Yaaaaaaaay. :D


....aaaaand it's done! A Large Range of Probabilities, Supernatural gen fic without any Winchesters in it. If anyone who's listened to my previous podfics wants to give this a listen and tell me how you think the sound quality compares to my previous podfics, I'd be indebted to you.