Thursday, January 15, 2009
I was on a roll and then wham.
Somebody pass the Maalox and help me to a soft chair. I worked on McKnight yesterday, adding one thousand new words. I was in the zone. You know what that's like. I was one with the character. I felt, and typed, her every emotion, channeling it effectively onto the page. I reached the end of the scene and decided to call it a day. After all, the character and I needed time to absorb what had happened. Dutifully, and responsibly, I might add, I went to save my work...and poof. Instead of saving it like I very nicely asked my computer to do, the plastic Nazi refused, choosing to corrupt the entire chapter instead. One thousand hard-earned words, gone. How am I ever going to get those words back? I'm sick with the idea of trying to recreate what is lost. What a day.