Do you know that feeling?

That feeling where there's an idea swimming lazily about the deep-sea vents of your head that's so beautiful seen in fragments from afar it almost hurts, and as much as you want to show it to others you're afraid that they won't see it as the beautiful, fragile thing it is, or worse that in bringing it to them or them to it the idea in its freedom and music will be damaged beyond repairing?

This is the prologue for The Electric Things Have Their Life Too, a KH AU that looks like being fairly epic and is to be honest mostly the product of running across a bunch of very, very good cyborg/android/robot AUs in SGA fandom. Right now the idea is bubbling in me, sweet and tragic and so very perfect, and I'm terribly afraid that I'm not equal to the task of bringing it up to the surface. But I can't not write it; that would hurt more than a failure, would hurt like being pregnant and, because I was scared of birth and being a mother, carrying the baby inside me for the rest of my life. I can't not try, even if I fail. (Part of my motivation, too, is that there are precious few in the fandom I'd trust even as much as I trust myself to bring this incredible, fragile thing into the world.) Besides, if I don't write it, I know nobody ever will, and having this story never come to be would be worse than maiming it through my own clumsiness.

With luck, this will be the first seriously multichapter thing I finish. Wish me luck; this is going to be a beautiful dive.