Then I got up.
I spent most of the day working on edits of my coming book. I reworded and fixed and added and edited according to my editor's suggestions. I did all the work in the morning on my laptop. And saved it all to my flashdrive. Then I uploaded it to my desktop. After physical therapy and grocery shopping, I sat down to work some more. Got in a couple of more hours before it was time to get dinner ready. Saved everything, again, to hard drive and flash drive. It was going great. Probably another two hours of work would finish it.
Fast forward ahead to evening. I'm sitting in my favorite writing chair, laptop all ready to go, upload the file from my flash drive - but something's wrong. The font has been completely changed. And my corrections - where are they? Okay, maybe I uploaded the wrong file. Check the files. Nope it's the right one. Go to the desktop and check the file there. Uh-oh. What's happened? The font is all screwed up. The entire manuscript is red-lined. All my corrections are gone. I attempt to fix the font - but it won't. I attempt to undo the deletions. Nope. I spend nearly an hour trying to restore what I did. Nothing. The file is totally corrupted.
So I spent the rest of the evening re-doing the work I spent the entire day on. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish today.
But in the meantime, I also got packets from a contest I'm helping with - I knew they were coming which is why I wanted the editing done yesterday. And I've fallen behind with my reviews. And.... sigh.
But this morning, I get to push all the work aside and play with my grandson. Yay! :)
Progress yesterday: I did a lot of work, but I would not call it progress.
Birthdays: Sara Teasdale, Marjorie K. Rawlings, Valerie Sayers, Elizabeth Tallent
Tips and Teasers: Your character has exactly 24 hours to… what?
Thought for the day: “The only certainty about writing and trying to be a writer is that it has to be done, not dreamed of or planned and never written, or talked about but simply written; it’s a dreadful, awful fact that writing is like any other work.” – Janet Frame