There are a lot of these stories that we don't remember writing.
They're right here on our computer, and in the communities under our handle, but...brainspace seems to have eaten them. A quick re-read brings them back, but we still can't recall the actual writing of them.
During this time period, we were going through a spiralling depression -- could this have caused us to forget? Is it a multiple thing, or a writerly thing? Does writing through depression count as state-dependent inspiration the way that some artists rely on alcohol or drugs to keep the words/paint flowing? Some of these stories just blew me away -- I can't imagine how we wrote them, and we can't remember just who in-system did the deed. They're better than I thought they'd be, and that weirds me out for some reason.
I don't know, it just seems wrong that we could write something that we'd love on a re-read and yet have no memory of creating in the first place. Anyone else have that happen?
Our partner has been posting some of our community-challenge fics in our writing journal for us (they're the organized ones in the household). These stories were written for SpringKink at LJ and KinkFest here on IJ over the last year and a half or so.