"vagina dentata" ... I kind of don't know what I'm doing most of the time.

I love it when that happens. You build the story like the layers of a Roman road, and you think you've arranged the cobbles just so, but who knows what strange ores are hiding in the gravel underneath.

There were things I wanted to get to with the last third of this fic, about Angel and Connor, but then I started thinking about Spike and confused myself up the whazoo.

It was already long enough. It finds a niche right next to, but not on top of, Lynne's and Kita's and Sisabet's stuff, which tackle the Spike-Connor angle.

how awesome it is to have someone appreciate what I was trying to do with it as you have.

You're playing with fractals, which is my favourite game. In the beginning was the Word. God gave birth to the world with her mouth.

*still hasn't let you go*

Okay, but you'd better increase your budget for wine, chocolate and the occasional root vegetable.