Draft Deletion Inertia
I was feeling so bloody pleased with myself. The draft of Urban Scrumping was finished. I’d re-read it in the morning and send it off to Mitch for a second opinion. It was awesome. Short (Finally I get the hang of it!), Sweet, there were some funny moments and I’d felt so smug about it, I started photoshopping the books and props that I’d need to shoot.
I returned this morning and couldn’t find it. So, as any smug-arse mac user, I ’spotlit’ (Spotlighted? Spottified?) it. Missing.
Then there was this sinking feeling as I thought ‘That mass deletion of stuff I did yesterday. I didn’t by accident delete any word files did I?’ .
So now I’m sat here at the page again, trying to remember what the hell I’d just written. It’s not coming.
