Oh, I held out, but I can resist no longer...
The state of my apocalypse
Current wordcount: 365 (!!!)
Total wordcount of versions written and then discarded: Circa 15,000+ (*headdesk*)
Number of times I've had an epiphany of 'This is it! I've got it at last!': About once every two weeks
Number of complete restarts from the beginning: 8
Bits I really like that aren't going to make the final cut: Vast swathes
Number of plans drawn up: 5
Number of plans I usually draw up for a fic: 0
Number of changes to how the world ended: 4 (Replicators, Ori, Goa'uld attack, never discovered)
Originality of ideas: 3%
Number of ficathons I've tried to write this for: 2
Length of playlist for writing this fic to: 3.6 hrs, before my iPod died and took with it the playlist.
Certainty I have of finishing this time: 58% (amber alert)
Likelihood of me turning into Inspector Clouseau's boss or Robert Lindsey in GBH before this fic is done: High (already got the eye-twitch)
Pirates:
Reason this fic is making me so nuts: I have no idea

Comments
:-D
This of course stopped my head from swelling:
Number of times I've had an epiphany of 'This is it! I've got it at last!': About once every two weeks
LOL.
But this time, it really really will be the one! Yes. You can do it, pepper! I want you to have your soul bit back! *waves pom poms*
Number of times I've had an epiphany of 'This is it! I've got it at last!': About once every two weeks
But this time feels like the REAL TIME! *g*
I want my soul bit back, too. I don't trust it, out on its own. I suspect it's going to come back looking very disreputable, like a pet that goes missing for a week, and finally turns up, after you've worried yourself sick about it.