I find myself in the odd position of wanting to write meta on my own work.
Because I really do have some strong feelings about S3 and why it had to end the way it did. It involves quotes like, “Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow,”  and “Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent than the one derived from fear of punishment,” and, of course, “If absolute power corrupts absolutely, where does that leave God?”

It involves discussion about how I honestly believe that no man, no matter how good, can be given absolute power and not eventually fall prey to it - and the irony of how everyone but John was right all along. It involves the slow descent into hell, which was so heartbreaking for me to write, knowing where I was taking it, and John's ability to do anything it takes to protect those he loves. It involves the terrible truth that the Ori did what they did for power, but Icarus - both Icarus's - did what they did for love.

It even involves a little bit of how this season was written to be both a hero's journey and a heroine's journey:


Contrast this to the Masculine Journey, in which the hero rejects inner exploration in favor of external exploration. His journey ends with questioning authority and his role in society, and by finding his authentic self.

after which I'd go on for a bit about how, in S3, John embarks on a hero's journey as he builds the Confederation and gains his insane power, but in doing so he slowly loses himself and everything that made people willing to follow him. Exterior verses interior.

Which is, you know, kinda awkward and hard to do when you're trying to write S4.

I've mostly been putting off the whole problem by playing Dragon Age: Origins (which I got used for $5, which is a steal) and rereading fic. But it's gotten to the point where I'm no longer even sure if I'm writing a real story anymore or I've dabbled to far into the realm of the monomyth that I've become irreparably damaged.

We shall see.