Total Words Written: 5k
Percent of minimum wordcount: 1/8
Time left: 3.5 months

Favorite bit so far: Marshall stared at her, feeling gut-punched. “Those are my men out there risking their lives, Elizabeth.” His voice grated out, low and harsh. “Mine. I picked them for this mission, each and every one of them. I trained them. I planned the tactics, I chose which one to use. I ordered them into the field. You’ve been—” he forced himself not to say off playing happy families—“overseeing the whole Expedition and establishing diplomatic ties. You don’t even know all of their names. So don’t you dare think I don’t care what happens to them.” He held her gaze until her eyes dropped.

Progress made on non-sgabigbang writing projects (i.e. Multiverse, fic prompts, and my ongoing SR fic): none this week.

Anybody got a floor plan to Weir's office? I don't have my DVDs handy, and considering how much time she spends there it's kind of important. And how far is the Jumper bay from the control room?

Panic over sgabigbang has been soothed away by the realization that the completed fic isn't due for four months, which means it only requires an average of 340 words per day to achieve the 40k words total. (This assumes the length of the piece will be around 40k words and that it won't balloon out to be something bigger--it's been so long since I've tried something this long that I don't have a good idea how many words my idea will take up.)

Currently at 2k words and counting.