Plenary Fitness

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You can do it put your back into it, I can do it put your ass into it…

I’m going to admit, I’ve been a bit demoralized since the whole manuscript deletion thing. Granted, I’ve recovered most of it, but it’s like I’ve been scared to touch it since. My attitude towards it lately has been pretty “blah,” and my motivation just…sort of evaporated.

Something happened last night that helped perked me up. A friend of mine—someone I’ve known for 25 years—asked me for help writing a paper. At that point, it was like I had suddenly reverted back to my juvenile good ol’ days. And I realized, this is something that I’ve always helped people with. Throughout high school, college, and even in the office environment, I’ve been the reviewer. The beta-reader. The editor. And occasionally—*cough*—the actual author of other people’s homework assignments >.>

Basically, this incident reinforced that I can write. It’s what I’m good at. People come to me for help with writing, because they know I can do it. This also made me realize that even if I’d somehow not been able to recover the manuscript, I could have re-written the entire thing and actually made it better the second time around. Not that I’d want to do all that, but I know I have that capability.

So what’s the point? The point is that I need to get my ass back to work and pump out this goddamn story. The Writers’ Conference is next month, and I don’t want to show up completely empty-handed.

Ask me questions about pie.

Do As I Say, Not As I Do.

For the love of God…don’t do what I did a couple nights ago. I was attempting to consolidate all the chapters of my manuscript into a single document, and…well, I fucked up. The worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. I committed the cardinal sin. That one thing they warn you about. The one thing that only dumb asshats like myself do.

I ended up deleting about 80% of my manuscript.

First off, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing. I was cutting, pasting, deleting, cutting, pasting, deleting…watching TV, yawning, eating, drinking, yawning, and then…*delete* I deleted. The wrong. Document.

No problem, right? Just go to the recycle bin? Wrong. I was working with the files on my thumb drive, and once you delete them from there, they don’t go to the recycle bin. There are just gone. I did a computer recovery, setting it back to what it was a few days ago, but that didn’t help. The auto backups don’t include the thumb drive. Learn from me, my friends. Learn from my stupidity.

So to the Internet I flew. I downloaded multiple free file recovery programs. Some were crappy, some were okay. You get what you pay for. Thankfully, because Baby Jesus loves me (or maybe not, because he allowed me to fuck up so badly), I was able to recover most of my stuff. Some is corrupt for some odd reason, but I just happen to have a stash of various chapters (in varying stages of completion) buried on my computer hard drive at home and at work. I can piece it all back together, but I’m going to have to re-write some.

Well, that’s better than re-writing the entire thing, I suppose.

I leave you with this little nugget of advice, something I see every day on the wall at the office: