August 27, 2009 -- 1:37 a.m.
I finally figured out what had my subsconscious up in arms. The moon, of all things!
I wrote a scene so that the moon was still full nine days apart. Okay, yeah, that was an error, but couldn't my subconscious have just pointed that out to me rather than let me writhe for days in agony, wondering what was wrong? That was the unsolvable error? That was the reaosn for my writer's block? The freaking moon?
Today was a good day. Until my computer shredded everything I had worked on. I finally hammered the emotional scene into a shape I liked but...BAM! It's gone. And I can't remember a bloody thing I did. I heard a strange whirring sound and tried to save but it died a moment before the little blue bar crossed the screen. Curse you, little blue bar!
I don't know why auto-save failed. But I'm almost ready to chuck this laptop out of my window. It's impossible for me to remember to save things myself when I'm drowning so deeply in Rachell's world.
I'm trying to look at it as an opportunity to create a new and better revision, but it's hard not to be discouraged. I worked so hard.
Writing Prompt (no number, because it's not an official one): Write a flash-fiction (or longer, whatever) horror story involving a frustrated writer and a supposedly "innocent" computer.
Oh well. Time to relax and cuddle up with some episodes of House. I've been having the most delicious dreams about Hugh Laurie.
(Though sometimes I wish Cuddy would just kick him in the groin, just for the sake of strong women everywhere.)
Posts
Yes. Cuddy *should* kick him.
What a dogsock about the crash. Autosave fail = the worst. I hope things are better now.