When I wrote Life, I wasn't aware of how strongly it reflected my experiences surrounding my father's stroke. Which can't help but strike me as being really blind in hindsight, given the fact that Javier spends the larger part of the fic strapped to a hospital bed half out of his mind, and the next half struggling to come to terms with the mental changes afterward (which is essentially, though never explicitly said to be, just a very bizarre form of brain damage).

After I finished my Halloween story I came back and read it and was surprised that I had a. written it without seeing that, b. written it and posted it, c. turned family drama into porn, and d. found an appreciative audience.

It was a very strange experience.