I had a minor freakout the other day.
I was talking to Jen about writing and she super inspired me to work on my MS from NaNoWriMo ’12. I’ve worked on it off and on for a while now and really enjoyed the story. So I found my jump drive that I THOUGHT I had saved it on… only to realize I did not save it when I left my old job (I’m pretty sure I had a copy of it on that computer). The reason I had used this jump drive to begin with was because I couldn’t find my original drive that I KNEW had a copy of it on it.
So I spent about an hour digging through emails, Google Docs… nothing except for the first 3 chapters that I had emailed someone and a small snippet that I had emailed myself. Later that evening I remembered that I had worked on it over Christmas break at my parents’, so I searched for a box of still unpacked gifts/crap. Found it, found the jump drive.
Huzzah! Confetti! Celebration!
3 days later my computer erased the document from my drive.
But there’s hope in this situation, right? I mean, I vaguely remember most of it and maybe this was just a sign that I needed to start over. Granted, losing 50,000+ words is no fun by any means, but I guess this gives me the chance to improve upon something. Right?
The upside (if you look for it) is that last summer during Camp NaNoWriMo I started a sequel to the first NaNoWriMo (seriously, I need to give these MS’s names). So at least I have that to kind of see where some of the characters end up.
I haven’t started any of this because quite frankly I’m too disgusted about the situation to face it just yet. Instead I’ve been working on something that I started a few years ago and just never finished. It’s making me all nostalgic because I set the story in a place I grew up visiting (my mom’s side of the family’s cabin on the Alabama River) so it’s like going home and having an adventure at one of my favorite childhood places.
Oh, and there’s a ghost. oooOOOoooOOOooo
Let’s just hope I don’t lose this one.