...but I'm very much still here. Truth be told, I was bitten by a plot bug last Wednesday (actually, it's a plot bug that has been growing in my mind for months and months) and finally started to write it down.

26,000 words later, I'd say I'm about 2/3 of the way there, or maybe 1/2. We'll see.

*headdesk*

Assuming I manage to finish this up, it will be the longest SGA fic I've written. I've (perhaps subconsciously) limited myself to shorter-form stories for the last four or five years, and I think it's been good for my writing, for being succinct and for having a much clearer direction from beginning to end. That being said, I have missed the sense of lingering over characters and situations, and of taking my time with a story element. I'm enjoying this now; I find myself rereading text and adding *more* details, another small scene here and there, because I want this story to be told in full.

What is this epic, you ask? What's that, you *didn't* ask? Well, that's okay. I'm honestly not sure if I can summarize it yet. It's long as fuck and not excerpt-friendly and I keep sending pieces of it to sparktastic and leading off with sentences like, "God, is this totally maudlin?" and "More depressing fic" and (notably, today) "Last night I dreamt that I had a starfish stuck to my bum. It was socially awkward."

I can tell you it's not deathfic (at least, not major character deathfic) and that (I hope) it occasionally might make you smile because that's kind of my thing. Or it was, until I was set upon by the 70-page sadfic of sadness. I promise, there's nothing wrong IRL to prompt this madness. I promise!

Anyway, that's the state of the fic.