There is a terrific moment at the end of Back to the Future in which George McFly--the loser who finally grew a spine thanks to the intrepidity of his time-traveling son--tears into a box full of books, a presumed science fictional romance called A Match Made in Space. The book is the culmination of years of work by George and, consequently, owes its existence to a budding incestuous relationship involving his wife and his son from 1955.
I, Crimsonstreak worked exactly like that, except for the time traveling and the whole creepy romance. The hardcover edition of the book has arrived at my house, and as is tradition on this blog, I'm taking pictures. Here ya go.