Progress

Scarab chapter 12 is out to beta. Chapter 13 in progress. Which should mark the actual end of the fic, save an epilogue.

Should be sleeping, but can't ... the iron's hot and I need to keep striking. I might even be able to finish it tonight.

Or maybe not such a good idea.

Anyway.

Close entry.

The following opinion is not endorsed by Richard Dean Anderson or the Stargate gang.

I see people announcing Stargate fics with slashiness involving Jack, and something in my head rebels. I haven't read them; they may be wonderful, lyrical prose, but ...

Jack's been camped out in my frontal lobe for most of the past year, and I'm sorry, but from where I stand, he's not about to slash. He'll stab and slice and parry, but not slash. More likely, if you suggest he slash, he'll rather bludgeon, shoot, or carpet-bomb you.

Okay, maybe I'm transferring my own squick factor onto Jack O'Neill, but ... maybe I should just shut up now?