So after going through my hardware, my USB everything the story I was working on no longer exists. It appears to have been overwritten by another file and when that happens all old file is gone, non-existent.
Now I had poured my heart and soul into this what I will call beautiful work of art. I knew, well at least in my mind, this was going to be the next best seller.
So you can imagine my reaction first to seeing another file saved under the name of my WOA(work of art). My body was literally convulsing on it own, I could not control it. I tried to stop but that only made me shake more violently, so I had to just let it play out. I was hysterical. I wanted to cry but mentally I was still in denial that this was really happening.
So I went to get a second opinion, AKA I went to the library and used their desktop, they warranted the same results.
I am on the verge of crying, but I compose myself as I am inside the library for Pete sake.
So quietly I pack up my belongings and head out the door silently inhaling snifflets.
When I reach the car, still I have remained my calm composure, after all I still need to get home.
Ahh home, finally my sanctuary, I walk in my dad is in his chair. I look at him with my sad mournful face, “It’s gone. My story that I have been working on for months is gone.” I head off to my room where I curl up on my bed in a fetal position and bawl the life out of me.
Now it would be easy to let my emotions get the best of me and say, ‘well forget about telling that story.’ But no, I AM A WRITER and as such I must write. I will tell my story.
I don’t see this as a reason to quit and throw away a really great story idea, I take it as a positive that God was proofreading over my shoulder and decided it needed to be told differently. But you know God has never used computers before so in his efforts to try and fix what needed to be fix, OOPS, he erased the whole thing. Oh God, you are a character. You drag me through all this torture when you could have just sent me a sign, maybe an angel pointing at the story parts that needed fixing, a few head shakes and nods would have sufficed.
But here I go; Take Two, Act 1..Scene 1..Action..
******By the way if you are wondering how ever did this happen? Well, I got finger happy. I was in the middle of writing when my laptop froze. What does a complete idiot do when their work is frozen?? That’s right, you start punching keys, hoping that you find the one that magically will open a door and unfreeze you screen releasing the WOA it has held hostage. Well, it doesn’t do that instead when your laptop finally unfreezes then the computer accepts all the keys and functions that you had hit and in doing so during that process my WOA was overwritten, not once…oh no not even twice but three times… THREE!!!
Maybe my lesson here really is that I need to learn to be patient as Patience is the key to being a good writer, that and not bouncing your fingers all over your keyboard as if it were a musical keyboard when it happens to freeze up on you.