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Nov. 25th, 2004 22:18![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keilissFirst, happy Thanksgiving America - enjoy your day.
Now - to business. I have finally discovered what this journal is for - it is so that I can have a good, solid RANT if I need to.
So let me tell you about my morning.
I had this little idea for my secret santa swap story - just an idea - and thought I should write it down before getting some sleep.
THREE HOURS LATER I am still writing. No conscious thought - my muse must have been dictating it directly into my ear,I was just sitting here typing away and thinking 'this is the best thing I have ever written' etc. Truly, I went back and changed the odd word but otherwise it was all there, the whole thing, exactly right. I don't know when I last enjoyed myself so much either - it felt like flying - it was incredible. That is what it must feel like to be a really, really good writer, everything just FLOWING.
Finally I thought that I should stop, just two more paragraphs and then leave it and come back fresh to finish it. I was just finishing up and trying to work out where I could find a disc to save it on and -
Yes, that's right. The computer ate it!!!
No, I have no idea what happened. One minute it was there, the next it was gone and I was screaming and swearing and being vaguely thankful that my kids weren't around to see the display (or hear the language) I looked everywhere. I even looked in places my IT friend has told me to stay the heck out of. Vanished, self-deleted, three hours of some of the best work I have ever done. This has never happened to me before. I have lost things but I have always, eventually managed to get them back.
So I walked round the place, swore some more, then went back, sat down and proceeded to try and recreate it. It had gone so smoothly I hadn't even had a chance to stop and read it back, but I did my best. Five hours later I had what you could call a pale imitation of the original - lacking a lot of the funny touches and good phrases, but still.....
Added to this, today I am what you could call hormonally unstable, so where I am is not a safe place to be!!
Now - to business. I have finally discovered what this journal is for - it is so that I can have a good, solid RANT if I need to.
So let me tell you about my morning.
I had this little idea for my secret santa swap story - just an idea - and thought I should write it down before getting some sleep.
THREE HOURS LATER I am still writing. No conscious thought - my muse must have been dictating it directly into my ear,I was just sitting here typing away and thinking 'this is the best thing I have ever written' etc. Truly, I went back and changed the odd word but otherwise it was all there, the whole thing, exactly right. I don't know when I last enjoyed myself so much either - it felt like flying - it was incredible. That is what it must feel like to be a really, really good writer, everything just FLOWING.
Finally I thought that I should stop, just two more paragraphs and then leave it and come back fresh to finish it. I was just finishing up and trying to work out where I could find a disc to save it on and -
Yes, that's right. The computer ate it!!!
No, I have no idea what happened. One minute it was there, the next it was gone and I was screaming and swearing and being vaguely thankful that my kids weren't around to see the display (or hear the language) I looked everywhere. I even looked in places my IT friend has told me to stay the heck out of. Vanished, self-deleted, three hours of some of the best work I have ever done. This has never happened to me before. I have lost things but I have always, eventually managed to get them back.
So I walked round the place, swore some more, then went back, sat down and proceeded to try and recreate it. It had gone so smoothly I hadn't even had a chance to stop and read it back, but I did my best. Five hours later I had what you could call a pale imitation of the original - lacking a lot of the funny touches and good phrases, but still.....
Added to this, today I am what you could call hormonally unstable, so where I am is not a safe place to be!!
