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
(RED DWARF!)
I'm still excited to see your apocafic, whatever form it finally takes. And fic outtakes can be fun.
Think of Eroding Away The Mountains as an incentive! :)
I'm just scared that when I finally get there I'll no longer be inspired...
And, ta! And I'm sure you'll still be inspired by Eroding - it seems like it's one of those fics that's really important to the writer - something that feels like you've put a lot of effort and thought into, and you want to get it just perfect... Not that you wouldn't normally do that, but you know what I mean? It seems like it'll be something you miss, in a way, when it's done.