AWGIT Feels
Two years ago as of last week, the idea for All We've Got is Time was born. Window washers came to work at my office building and I had a thought - "Hmm. Can you imagine Window Washer!Bucky in the 40s?" I shared that thought with some friends. The next day, @abovethesmokestacks sent me the moodboard for the story, causing me to swoon. The next week, @blue-like-barnes convinced me this story deserved a series, not the 10k oneshot I was trying to fit all of it into.
Two years and almost 70k words later, All We've Got is Time is a huge part of my heart. Updates have been slow as life changed and intensified. But the story still flows in me - still alive, ever-changing.
Monday, I had my last day in that office building. Leaving the job was absolutely the right choice for me. My sole emotional moment was because of AWGIT. I stood and looked out at the view that inspired the idea. Sat at my desk, stared where I had seen that window washer who became my sweet Bucky as he grappled with life after war. The Reader works on the sixth floor because I did. Which became Bucky's nickname for her, an identity in itself. I left the sixth floor one last time this past Monday. Shed one tear.
AWGIT isn't over, it's not abandoned. That being said, I'm an entirely different woman from those first words I wrote and it's been difficult to return and face that terrified, unconfident woman behind the Reader. What do you say to your past self? How do you reconcile one with the other? How can you be gentle but uncompromising?
If you've read, commented, reblogged, liked, or messaged me about your love for this story - please accept my heartfelt thank you. We'll see where this takes us in the future. I'll be damned if I don't finish this story one day. But I'll finish it for me and me alone.
