Frustration Overload
Yesterday I was working on a new piece, one that I was loving with each word appearing on the page. It was just one of those moments of writing where the idea, the expression, the character, all of it meshed in a truly satisfying way. I had reached what was almost the end when I thought it'd be a good time to take a short break. I knew how I was going to finish it off, so a stretch of the legs, a breather of the mind would do me good. I clicked on save, clicked on yes when the dialogue box asked if I really wanted to save, and the document disappeared. I thought it had gone into my personal documents file on my laptop. Only it didn't. I have no idea where the document went. After six hours of searching for it, implementing suggestions from my wonderful, helpful friends, I called off the rescue. Apparently there's no recovery to be made either. The document is gone. Well, I'm sure it's here somewhere, but it's hiding really, really well. So today I rewrote the pi...