I need some words of comfort right now. Scrooge is begging Marley's ghost to give him some kind words, some hope. I have no ghost to beg for help.
I just tried to open the file that contained the pages of memoir I'd finished for today's post. The file is empty, and I have no hard copy of the "Preface" on which I'd been working. Eight or nine hours of writing is down the drain. I can't find the work anywhere. I have to start all over again.
Usually, I don't work on a computer first. I write drafts of everything in my journal, and then I do the keyboarding. I even followed this practice when I started blogging. For the first year of my blogging life, I wrote each post in my journal, edited it, and then typed and posted it. I don't do this anymore. I just sit down a see what comes out of my fingers.
That's why I decided to work on my laptop for Project Memoir. I wanted to see if I could actually write something completely on my computer. Look where it got me. I have no first chapter of my memoir to post, and I have to reconstruct all of my work from memory. I'm pissed.
So, this first week of Lent, I'm a big Lenten loser. I have a shit-load of catch-up to do because I trusted technology. That won't be happening ever again. From now on, I will be working primarily in my journal.
The Oscars are on tonight. People are coming to my house to watch the show. I have Scoop Fritos and cheese dip, Red Vines, and Diet Mountain Dew. My sister-in law is bringing her artichoke dip. My poet friend is bringing fruit salad. I guess we have to have something to eat that's a little bit healthy. We'll see by the end of the evening if I win my family's traveling Oscar trophy. (Yes, folks, we take this crap seriously.)
I don't have much else to talk about this evening. I'm pissed. I'm a Lenten loser. I will be stuffing my face with lots of unhealthy snacks and cheering for Billy Crystal tonight.
Saint Marty needs get to work in his journal now.
Confessions of Saint Marty
