That sound that you just heard…

That screeching, ear-splitting, heartrending wail heard across the inter-webs was me crying over my dead laptop.

In addiction terminology, I’m what you would consider a super heavy user.

My husbands first words: “Have you backed up? What about your story?” (I love him, by the way)

Me: *sniff* Last Saturday. I’ve only lost about twelve to fifteen pages from this week.

Hubby: Well now this just makes this whole bad week go away.

Me: *incoherent bawling*

Already I miss the good times we had together. How everything was set up just right for me and all my little programs were installed on it. I knew it wasn’t feeling well, but I never thought it would end so soon. Just this morning, I’d typed a steamy make-out scene on it.

I blame that darn Window that popped up saying that updates had been installed and did I want to restart my computer now or later? I hit “Now” and went to workout and that was the last I’d see of it.

Fast Draft

There’s an expression that your eyes are bigger than your stomach. I think that fits my writing goal for my current Fast Draft madness. Lesson to self – don’t start Fast Drafting when you have two chapter meetings that week. And then I’m coordinating our Gateway to the Best writing contest for my chapter and the judging deadline is this week. ergh!! argh!!

Then the day job….the cursed day job! Okay excuses, excuses. Needless to say, lots of time/pages to make up for.

The good thing is my mind is starting to churn about the book. So even if the page count isn’t where I want it, the most important part of Fast Draft is kicking in. That’s the part when you start thinking of the characters and the plot all the time so when it’s time to write, you just do it.

I read part of the opening to Across the Silk Road last night at CORE. The comments were good, the feedback was very useful. Now I have to shelve it away until I can get another 200 pages done. I hope this means that I’m on the right track, but even if it’s the wrong track, trains already left the station. Can’t get off now. Fix it in rewrites, right?