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hobgoblinn) wrote2007-10-13 08:48 am
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Insert Melodramatic Title Here
Well, maybe That's a little strongly worded. You decide.
Yesterday I burned a vacation day to get some writing done. I mostly got editing done on sections I've already completed, though I did add quite a lot of additional material to one piece. So, go me.
Then I, um, cut and pasted a page and a half of the above-mentioned good scene, just the way I wanted it, complete with somewhat profound note on survivor's guilt, into an earlier section to get it out of sight, out of mind for the section I was struggling with. Thought I saved it. May have actually done so, but....
When I went back to reopen it later, having closed the file, That Section Wasn't There. Wasn't, um, anywhere.
I haven't had a feeling of such utter, crushing despair since I was in the midst of court battles and losing. Badly.
A Backup, you ask? To quote the lovely lady
mistful: When have you ever known me to do the sensible thing?
Everything is backed up now, as an exported separate Word Doc (I'm using my mac's Pages program to write in. Though
antennapedia's BBEdit and Version Control system is sounding better and better to me all the time. Except I keep trying to do the automatic key shortcuts from the text editor I use at work, vi, when I try to work in BBEdit now. Very distracting.) And I uploaded all current versions of the word docs to google documents. So there are places these exist, if I, you know, do something stupid. -er. Again.
So now I have to pull up my socks and go on. Luckily, today is Saturday, which means Saturday school for Wee Hob (it sucks to have a 9 average in History. I think it's up in the high 40's now that he's turned in some work. Late=Half Credit....) And then he's going to play with his friend most of the day, on their bikes or at the Library.
I have no excuse to not get this story finished, even with the rewrite I'll have to do today. I did outline it last night, reproducing as many lines and phrases as my panicked brain could dredge up. What kills me is how I have a lot of the content, but the pacing and feel of the scene is utterly, utterly gone. But again, if I can't recreate it, I can't create this kind of writing in the first place. And I did it once, and well, adversity is part of being a Writer, so....
I'm rambling now. I should go. But... ow. Whimper.
Yesterday I burned a vacation day to get some writing done. I mostly got editing done on sections I've already completed, though I did add quite a lot of additional material to one piece. So, go me.
Then I, um, cut and pasted a page and a half of the above-mentioned good scene, just the way I wanted it, complete with somewhat profound note on survivor's guilt, into an earlier section to get it out of sight, out of mind for the section I was struggling with. Thought I saved it. May have actually done so, but....
When I went back to reopen it later, having closed the file, That Section Wasn't There. Wasn't, um, anywhere.
I haven't had a feeling of such utter, crushing despair since I was in the midst of court battles and losing. Badly.
A Backup, you ask? To quote the lovely lady
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Everything is backed up now, as an exported separate Word Doc (I'm using my mac's Pages program to write in. Though
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So now I have to pull up my socks and go on. Luckily, today is Saturday, which means Saturday school for Wee Hob (it sucks to have a 9 average in History. I think it's up in the high 40's now that he's turned in some work. Late=Half Credit....) And then he's going to play with his friend most of the day, on their bikes or at the Library.
I have no excuse to not get this story finished, even with the rewrite I'll have to do today. I did outline it last night, reproducing as many lines and phrases as my panicked brain could dredge up. What kills me is how I have a lot of the content, but the pacing and feel of the scene is utterly, utterly gone. But again, if I can't recreate it, I can't create this kind of writing in the first place. And I did it once, and well, adversity is part of being a Writer, so....
I'm rambling now. I should go. But... ow. Whimper.
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