Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song

Woke up.  Went to work on the manuscript.  Couldn't open the file.  Couldn't open the backup file.  Gone.  A few hundred pages.  Gone.

After fuming and almost putting my fist through the netbook, I decided I needed to continue it.  Continue it as if this was meant to happen.  So I did.  I started it over and made it as the narrator was finally going to tell the truth.  It will be far nastier, far dirtier, and it will cut out a lot of the stuff I wasn't liking out of the first draft -- the stuff I thought made the narrator more tolerable.  He'll still be a fine fellow to start (you need that arc), but instead of happening in "real time" as the first draft did, this will be written about after the fact. 

Irritating.  Yes.  Insurmountable?  Hell no.  This could be the best thing that could happen to it.

1 comment:

Nikki said...

Wow, you handled that a lot better than I would! I'm sorry all your work was lost, but it sounds like you turned it into a positive thing. Although, in the future, I recommend emailing your manuscript to yourself after each writing session. That way you'll at least have some backup that is less corruptible than a hard drive.