Religious songs can make you face
A lunchtime of coercion,
For, if you sing a maize-zing graze,
You may well get corn version!
When you make of yourself
someone you enjoy being,
other people enjoy being with you.
Writer’s Horror Story
Imagine that, on a roll, you have poured heart and soul over several days into several chapters of a book at a really difficult part of it. You then go to save it onto a memory stick so that a Much Better Half can catch up with the story, and to ensure you have a backup. You bring up the two files and do a copy and replace.
Singing happily, you then open your hard drive copy to continue. It is some six thousand words short. Frantically, you bring up the copy on the memory stick. So is that.
You have done the save the wrong way round.
Talk about a sinking feeling to make one of being on the Titanic seem like Amateur Night! I felt physically sick.
It is infinitely worse than mistakenly deleting a file. At least one can generally retrieve it from Recycle Bin when that happens. What it must feel like to have an entire book, plus all backup files, stolen in a robbery – as I have heard has happened to some writers – is beyond imagination. I don’t think I could ever bring myself to start afresh.
Anyway, in this instance I was saved from going and flushing myself down the toilet by discovering that, somehow, I had also saved the file in another version at some time beforehand.
My heart she still go a-peet-a-pat, though!
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