Apparently technology knows when you’re back on a horse, reaching for stars (in this analogy I suppose the horse would also have to be a Pegasus, but I’m actually alright with that). After a very sorry attempt of a southern trek Friday, having encountered horrendous roads and some nasty bits of lake effect snow, I returned this weekend and burrowed myself in some more writing. Encountered big scary words last night, in the midst of said writing.
It was everyone’s favorite: Hard Drive Crash.
Not just any old affair, either: it was blue screen of death quality. While most things (remain) relatively intact, in checking through my external memory bits, I have found a number of major things that did not survive. Anything accomplished in the last 3 weeks, for example. Thank goodness I sent out copies of At Faith’s End on Friday, for example–otherwise half the edits would be lost to the darkness. All the new writings I had begun, notes, ideas, as well as dear sweet Photoshop, and the most recent copy of my resume.
That, suffice to say, hurts. A lot. It’s not as bad as it could be, but for someone that’s been struggling with writer’s block and a fitful, uphill struggle in general with their creativity for a while now…it’s still disastrous. Religious folks might take it for a sign, I suppose. Divine or Alien presence trying to tell me something.
Well. I’ll no doubt head back to the drawing board. But those ideas are gone. I’m wavering and reeling and it’ll take a bit. I’ll go back, but for a while, blogosphere (and I know we were just getting to know one another again), I’m probably going to recede.
Here’s hoping your week’s starting off better than this silly little scribbler’s.