Well,
readers, I have returned, if ever so temporarily, from my unintentional
hiatus to tell why I have disappeared: a few weeks ago, in the middle
of a heated spell of writing, my dear computer decided that its services
were no longer needed in this world, and that it had better retire to
computer heaven (or hell, which is where I would send it). That is, it
died. It's too bad, too, because I was finally starting to get some
good writing done. But, alas. It was not to be. And as I am as yet
too broke to buy myself a new computer (in cash or credit), it appears
that my updates on this here blog with be sporadic at best. I am, at
this very moment, coming to you from my father's computer, and let me
tell you, typing on his ancient keyboard is no Sunday picnic. We all
must suffer and endure for our art!
I also mean to reassure you
lovely people that even though I am living without modern technology, I
have not given up the craft! I am forging ahead, like a pioneer,
writing (dare I say it?) by HAND! And I have to say, with the minor
exception of aches and pains (okay, full out major, finger-crippling
hand cramps), writing by hand is working out alright for me. And why
not? I have a whole slew of empty notebooks in which to scribble, and a
million and a half pens to do it with. I have to keep reminding myself
that until college, this was how I always did it, scratching away
furiously, hoping the words in my head would slow down just enough for
my hand to keep up. Hell, for a time after an injury, I even hand-wrote
stories with my left hand. I can do this! And as I always have a
notebook on hand, I have no excuse to wait until I get home to write
down what's plaguing my cerebrum.
That said, it is a major pain in
the ass trying to query with my various backed-up forms and letters.
Try attaching a Word document to a request from an agent when you don't
have Word! And since they all want something just a little bit
different, it's not like I can use the same document for everyone, with a
little apology/disclaimer in the body of the email. Some want the
first five pages, some want the first ten. Some want a one-page
synopsis, some want five pages. But it could be worse. I could be one
of those ridiculous writers who didn't back up their work or send it to
anyone, and then I'd be screwed.
Seriously, I have heard too many
stories like this, where something happened to the hard copy or the
computer that held the only draft. People, do not be stupid. Back up
your work and back it up often. We're talking, multiple formats and for
every session. Email it to yourself, use a memory stick, print it out
on paper. Ever watch Californication? All of David Duchovny's troubles
(okay, many of them) could have been stopped in their tracks if he'd
just backed up his work.
Ernest Hemingway's first wife lost the
suitcase containing the only copy of his first novel in it. Years of
work, gone. Ernest Hemingway lived in a time without computers or
internet or photocopies. He had an excuse. You do not. If you save
your manuscript only once, on your hard disk, and then take your
computer on a plane and check it with your luggage and your manuscript
then disappears with your luggage (a true story I read in the paper a
few years ago), then you have no one to blame for the loss but
yourself. Do not be like this person. Do not be a fool.
Say it with me: ALWAYS back it up!
love you Cha, sorry to hear about your computer - but glad to see you continue to write! Way to keep it up. And yes - ALWAYS BACK IT UP!
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