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Stupid and haunting
19/10/04 14:43How many years have I been writing using a computer? Twenty?
And yet it still happens from time to time. I finished 500 words or so of a story this morning--a good one, a funny one, a short one involving Mal and Jayne and some nail polish--and then forgot to save it. With a thoughtless click of the mouse, it was gone.
Yes, I have safeguards. I'm a freak about safeguards. My text editor is set to autosave every two minutes--if the file has been named. This one hadn't yet.
So not only must I either recreate the story or take a hint from the gods and abandon it. I must also face that haunting, existential question: "Where do the little words go?" It's like the holographic character in the Dixon Hill episode of ST:TNG. Haunting, I tell you. Damned haunting.
And yet it still happens from time to time. I finished 500 words or so of a story this morning--a good one, a funny one, a short one involving Mal and Jayne and some nail polish--and then forgot to save it. With a thoughtless click of the mouse, it was gone.
Yes, I have safeguards. I'm a freak about safeguards. My text editor is set to autosave every two minutes--if the file has been named. This one hadn't yet.
So not only must I either recreate the story or take a hint from the gods and abandon it. I must also face that haunting, existential question: "Where do the little words go?" It's like the holographic character in the Dixon Hill episode of ST:TNG. Haunting, I tell you. Damned haunting.