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winter's child
Jan. 8th, 2003 01:29 amI claw my way up, these things that I convince myself to do. Dig my nails in, pull and tear at it all until my fingers bleed. I sweat and I stress and I work, and my back starts to ache from being hunched over for hours. I wonder why I do these things. Sometimes it seems for my own amusement, but then it frustrates me so, and I drag through to the end.
But after the hours when you think it won't happen, when you don't think you'll ever finish- suddenly somehow you are there. The end. You made it. And there are no gaps, no empty files with just a logo and a link back to that convenient list of other things you haven't done yet. This time you did everything you said you would.
It needs more fic, of course, but you'll work on that.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier - SPY
Child of midwinter, born of a desperate need to cling to the endless moment that is one of your projects. You want it to last forever so you don't have to face the next- anything.
But after the hours when you think it won't happen, when you don't think you'll ever finish- suddenly somehow you are there. The end. You made it. And there are no gaps, no empty files with just a logo and a link back to that convenient list of other things you haven't done yet. This time you did everything you said you would.
It needs more fic, of course, but you'll work on that.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier - SPY
Child of midwinter, born of a desperate need to cling to the endless moment that is one of your projects. You want it to last forever so you don't have to face the next- anything.
