Crickets chirping...? Appeal for gen fic! (Let's call it SG-1 Gen Fic Day.)

[fignewton]

I have the immense privilege of tagging for sg1_debrief, which mostly entails skimming through the newsletter's flist in search of gen fic. (The maintainers do the really hard work, and I think the other taggers cope with a lot more volume than I do.) There's always less gen fic than ship fic, but I'm resigned to that as par for the course by now.

But what's going on here, people?

Since the 17th, there has been one gen fic posted throughout all of LJ SG-1 fandom that gets tagged for the newsletter. ONE. (Thanks for that, dknightshade! I don't follow the jack_built AU, but it was a fun snippet.)

So here's my appeal: write some gen fic today, please! It can be commentfic posted here, or a drabble on your LJ, or a snippet of your current WIP. Fic recs are good, too, like the ones posted below: here and here. Anything. Gen is the one kind of fic that embraces all aspects of the fandom, so let's have some SG-1 love!

Erm... but not that kind. :)

[And yes, I'll try to post something ficcish myself today. I can't ask for it if I don't chip in myself, right?]

ETA8: Monday, 6:45 p.m. ::smushes all ETAs together:: I've compiled a roundup of all the fantastic participants! You can find the complete list for Gen Fic Day right here.

Comments

[uniquinum.livejournal.com]

As a big fan of a well written bit of Gen I will attempt to help, sorry it's short but it's past my bedtime. Pre "Into the Fire".

Squinting and cocking her head slightly to the side Sam scrutinised the sight before her. It wasn't something she had seen before but then in her line of work that wasn't an oddity.

Reaching out she ran a finger along the edge of the entity in question and let out a small huff.

"Well?" the only other occupant questioned her.

"Give me a moment" she replied "This isn't something you can rush. It requires, time and an attentiveness that I'm not able to give because you keep interrupting me."

"Fine, fine" her companion held his hands up in defense and acquiesced to her request for quiet.

Reaching back down onto the bench Sam picked up one of the multitude of tools lying there and applied is to the entity, attempting to entice it to do what she wanted.

Finally she gave up.

"Sorry Daniel but the Colonel is right, that goo is never going to come out. You're definitely going to have to get a haircut."

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

Bwa ha ha! Yes! I can just see some alien goo happily taking residence in Daniel's hair. :)

Thank you! This definitely put a grin on my face.

[uniquinum.livejournal.com]

I should be thanking you, writing this forced me to face a ficathon piece due in 3 weeks that I've been putting off, but I'm glad you enjoyed it.

contemplates making comment fic into proper story

[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

LOL! Goo induced haircut! Nice explanation for the Hamlet hair. :-)