I'm back. And, fic.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Two months since I posted. Whatever. Real life is a fucking bitch sometimes.

And sometimes, it just seems like too much trouble to post. Lots of times, actually. I suffer from an inability to concentrate on the best of days . . . add winter depression into the mix and I'm fucked.

So anyway . . . .

I don't watch SGA, I just read the fic. I've caught bits of two episodes, just enough to put faces to names and to get a sense of characters and how they interact.

Since the story of my life is incomplete projects, I'm not sure how far this story will get, but it's taking up valuable space in my head, so out it goes. I've got notes and an outline and everything. Maybe I'll actually *finish* this someday.

Yeah, I can hear you all reaching for the oxygen as you lose your breath laughing. Shaddup.

So, you know, here you go.

( SGA, John/Rodney AU in the 80s, otherwise known as OMG-am-I-actually-writing-this? )

I'm going to try to have another section ready to fly before I leave work today. We'll see how it goes. I'm not accustomed to writing from notes or an outline, so this is going to be an interesting experiment.

I thought I'd try it, though, seeing as how it's been SO FUCKING LONG since I was able to do any writing at all.

I feel like I've lost my edge.

Hold me!

Why can't I ever FIND anything when I need it?

Okay, I know that SOMEWHERE, at least *one* of you all HAS TO HAVE pics of Joe Flanigan and David Hewlett from back in the late eighties.

C'mon, guys, pony up. Yearbook photos will do.

Think of it this way . . . you'll be contributing to the increasing likelihood that I will actually succeed in writing more of my "Holy-Early-Eighties-Batman" Atlantis AU, once I'm provided with sufficient visuals.

Please?

*bats lashes*

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Dear God, just what have I gotten myself into?

Kill me . . . kill me now.

Oh . . . this part is officially dedicated to emrinalexander, for services rendered. ;)

( McShep Eighties AU, 2 / ? )