Wait. What?

So.  You all know me and fan fiction, yes?  BFFs, and whatnot.  So I thought I would do a podfic.  And then after thinking about it, I did.  I posted a link to download it on Archive of Our Own, and on my tumblr (which I don't normally tell people about, as it's basically just me reblogging pictures of Benedict Cumberbatch), and, as of ten minutes ago, it's been downloaded 225 times. In the last hour.  And I don't know how or why this is happening.

I mean, I've listened to the whole six hour podcast to edit it, and by the end I had a massive headache from the sound of my voice.  But people who are just downloading don't know that yet.  I feel like I've tricked everyone into pressing download:  "Haha, this is a fic by a well-known author!  You all pressed the download link, blissfully unaware that your computer would soon be infiltrated by the sound of MY VOICE!  Mwahahahaha, etc."

Anyway.  Here are links, if you'd care for them.

If you wanted to download part one of the podfic I recorded, An Avalanche of Detour Signs, you can click on this.  But it is rated M, and if hearing me talk about sexy times is uncomfortable (which it probably is for everyone), you might want to skip those bits.  Also, I say swear words.  If you're likely to be horrified by either of those things, then yeah, no, don't listen to it.

If you want to keep updated on whatever, my tumblr is here, and I'll post links to parts 2-6 of the fic there.  I'm posting one part a day.  Again, I don't use my tumblr to blog, it's mostly just things I find funny.  And Benedict Cumberbatch's face.

If you're thinking, "Wow, Amanda, you are so learned in the ways of fan fiction!  May I sip from your cup of wisdom?"  My response is, "That sounds like a fairly horrible innuendo, but yes.  I will not be posting my master list of fic recs here, because too many people actually know me and it'll be weird, but send me an ask and I'll hook you up.  Or, if you're super clever, you may be able to find it yourself.  WHO KNOWS?"

It's up to 290 downloads now.  I... don't know what to do with myself.