It was a very good nap. I took a whole lot of medicine after eating THE WRONG BREAD in the morning, and fortunately the additional lung assistance got me through the evening and the night with minimal damage, but when I woke there were hundreds and hundreds of new hits on my LJ and it really did give me a boost, particularly since discussion of the stories themselves has slowed down somewhat... but the reading hasn't!
I did want to mention that at 34,000 words, the Chesterfield Fortune is coming close to being about half done, and now that I reached a landmark with the first two projects to send to market - 'My Day Off' and 'Taking Chances' I will get a little more of this story done before biting off the next big chunk of edits for editing the sequel.
The idea that there are still dozens of people reading the story again, or for the first time, a year after first conceiving it, has filled me with pleasure and new enthusiasm.
And in the next chapter, morning dawns wet and icy with the grim aftermath of a night of too little sleep and too much work for all of our boys, and Ellery coming out of his swoon to do what he does best: think and worry.