I’m home for a few weeks, which wasn’t the plan when I returned to the States in mid-October. I was supposed to be back in Korea by now, but you know what they say about the best laid plans…yeah. I’m actually not sure what’s going to happen at the moment. Back to Korea? New job? Full time? Contract?
The good thing is I’ve been writing. I’m still editing a RS and had written a scene that really encapsulated the transition I needed for the book. It pulled together some loose ends, set things in motion for the end. I was really tickled about this scene. And I wrote it without the traditional hand-wringing, blood-sweat-tears over every word. Then my computer ate it. And not only did it eat this single scene, it ate the first 200 pages of the manuscript. Poof. Gone.
But I was supposed to be safe. I have an automatic back up. It should be there? Right? NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I postpone the ritual sacrifice long enough to call customer service and spent an hour with them on the phone only to realize they didn’t know why the file was not saved. It was marked to save. All other files saved. So nada. But I did recoup most of the missing 200 pages, so only the transition scene was gone. OK. That’s better than nothing.
Now I’m trying to rewrite this scene. I don’t remember what I wrote, however, so I’m recreating the work and it’s harder the 2nd time around. I keep thinking that things are always better the second time you do it. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.