I fight.
I got this, I can do this.
Then something gets in the way.
And I overcome it. Then another. And another.
I fear I won’t get there. The path gets harder. Uphill and steep.
I crawl, scratch, and scramble. Almost there.
Then I crest the peak. And realize this is the beginning.
The top is much higher.
At these times, I pull out the file.
The one with all the notes everywhere.
What does it say?
The words I need to see.
Get back to work.
Keep shipping.
Write and rewrite. Then do it over again.
How many times? I don’t know.
When will it be over?
That I do know.
When I’m shocked by the ending.