As if that play in Chicago weren't enough, now I'm having
slashfic written about me. Well, about my interpretation of a character I played in a LARP recently. But they're the ones talking about it being a disturbing hair length away from Real Person Slash! I'm too frightened to join the conversation...
I'm apparently going about this storyteller thing backwards. Multi-book six-digit-advance contracts and transmedia tie-ins are supposed to come before the slashfic is written about me! Come on, Universe, get it right already!
At least I'm not being impregnated by sparkly vampires while Harry Potter strokes his magic wand as he watches beneath his invisibility cloak. Yet.