Lately it seems like all I’ve been doing is apologizing, and well, I kind of have been. With the kids being off track and a handful of stressful projects hanging over my head sometimes I let the blogs take a break.
Today, I intended on writing a brilliant piece comparing writing processes of pre-computer authors compared with some of the processes of today’s authors. It was going to be a winner, for sure, maybe even nominated for some sort of a award even. Who am I kidding? That topic would be fascinating, however… I’ll have to come back to it.
Ok, I had nothing. But, I was going to turn that nothing into a marvelous something before the morning was over and then post it just for you.
Instead, Mr. PC decided that instead of waking up and being ready to work, it would tease me with the windows splash screen and then go black and utterly useless.
Thank heavens for smart phones and Google. After a few searches and other weird voodoo, which might or might not have included the blood of a virgin, I found the magical sequence to reanimate the dead and bring my creation back to life! Whoops, channeled Dr. Frankenstein for a moment there.
Now I’m off to back up everything on this computer before something even more sinister comes my way.
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Stay tuned for next week where I’ll be taking part in a blog tour all about writing processes!
My Literary Quest 
Been there; done that. 😦 Love your analogies!
Don’t you just hate it when you pour heart and soul into a blog post / story chapter only to lose it?
We know that it’s feasible to rewrite the sense of the article, but the passion, the feeling it engendered can never be recaptured. My rewritten piece always feels mechanical in nature…
I completely agree. There’s something about that first attempt that captures a freshness and a vitality that second tries can’t manage.
Ugh. That happens to me at work sometimes, especially when I’m working remotely. I click “finalize,” and instead of going back to the home page, I get a great big ERROR screen and have to start over. The words never flow as well the second time.