A Writer's Worst Possible Moment
No, not writer's block. Though I used to think that was it...until tonight. The worst possible thing to happen to an author must be having eight chapters, research and notes be deleted.
Wiped out totally from its poor little floppy disc. As if having a novel rewrite itself more than once didn't put the book behind schedule, the second book in my Celtic Evil series has now been......the polite phrase would be 'accidently deleted' by a sweet innocent child who surely didn't know what she was doing. insert sarcasm with an eyeroll here.
Never let an 11 year old bored child near your work, that's what I learned. Oh, sure I'm told it was an accident. An accident would have been if the disc had been in the computer. It was in it's case and she had been told not to touch the floppy when I had to go help make dinner. I didn't notice anything was wrong until tonight when I went to go back to work on it and the disc came up blank. Every bit of data was gone. So I'm calm. I call the darling who is still with her grandmother(my sister) and I ask, 'did you put one of my discs (I don't want to know if she wipes anymore) in and play with it?' Maybe is the reply I get. Then I slowly lose my temper.
So that's a life-learning lesson and also puts my 'No Children Under 30 Allowed in My Room for Fear of Death' rule back into place. If my nephew can't recover anything I am so messed up and will be staying up late just to get back to where I was...and hopefully I can remember what I wrote because usually once I write it, it goes clean out of my head.
I'm still maintaining the hope something can be recovered...if such a thing is possible.
Wiped out totally from its poor little floppy disc. As if having a novel rewrite itself more than once didn't put the book behind schedule, the second book in my Celtic Evil series has now been......the polite phrase would be 'accidently deleted' by a sweet innocent child who surely didn't know what she was doing. insert sarcasm with an eyeroll here.
Never let an 11 year old bored child near your work, that's what I learned. Oh, sure I'm told it was an accident. An accident would have been if the disc had been in the computer. It was in it's case and she had been told not to touch the floppy when I had to go help make dinner. I didn't notice anything was wrong until tonight when I went to go back to work on it and the disc came up blank. Every bit of data was gone. So I'm calm. I call the darling who is still with her grandmother(my sister) and I ask, 'did you put one of my discs (I don't want to know if she wipes anymore) in and play with it?' Maybe is the reply I get. Then I slowly lose my temper.
So that's a life-learning lesson and also puts my 'No Children Under 30 Allowed in My Room for Fear of Death' rule back into place. If my nephew can't recover anything I am so messed up and will be staying up late just to get back to where I was...and hopefully I can remember what I wrote because usually once I write it, it goes clean out of my head.
I'm still maintaining the hope something can be recovered...if such a thing is possible.
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