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I'm trying really hard to be okay.
Aug. 8th, 2013 08:16 amI saved religiously yesterday and just discovered that all my work from yesterday is simply gone. That's more than 1000 words of "Dowse and Bleed," my second favorite poem I've ever written, and various edits and snippets that were good. This had nothing to do with not backing things up. Word just didn't save any of the changes, so the backup I sent myself had none of it either.
I'm trying not to cry over the poem. It was perfect. I loved it. And while the material in "Dowse and Bleed" was hugely significant and well done, I'm on the rewrite anyway, I'll survive the loss. But the poem...
ETA: I love the IT guys. They rescued my poem. Not the rest of the stuff, but like I said, that I can live without. It was the poem.
I'm trying not to cry over the poem. It was perfect. I loved it. And while the material in "Dowse and Bleed" was hugely significant and well done, I'm on the rewrite anyway, I'll survive the loss. But the poem...
ETA: I love the IT guys. They rescued my poem. Not the rest of the stuff, but like I said, that I can live without. It was the poem.
