Things are forgotten and then perhaps picked up again, if we're lucky, it lasts... if not, then it's in the lap of the gods. The important thing was to do some work that I liked and hopefully that some others might also like, whether for a minute, a week, a month, a year.
Being slightly paranoid is like being slightly pregnant - it tends to get worse.
I am fiercely independent and I probably wouldn't be if it wasn't for the way in which I was brought up.