I give up.

[mousme]

Isn't hubris a great word?

The computer is dead. I'm going to see how much it'll cost to get fixed this weekend, *if* it can be fixed.

I didn't get my texts backed up in time before it died. So all 36,700 words of my novel are as good as gone, as are all 52,000 words of my serial, and everything else I had on the computer. Poof.

I'm taking this as a sign. I'm obviously not meant to write. I'm obviously not meant to have anything that gives me pleasure or a sense of accomplishment. So, I give up.

I wish this had happened before I bought the materials for a new writing project, but whatever. Chalk it up to experience and move on. I can always give the stuff to someone who needs it.

To the people of Bluebook: I'll try to honour my committments from work, but as you know that's unreliable. I may have to retire all my characters except for Bradshaw, since I probably won't have time to write more than one character. I'd retire from the game entirely, but CS1 has had enough problems with their COs that I don't want to leave you guys in the lurch again.

I'm sorry if I'm disappointing anyone else. That's just the way things go, I guess. I forgot for a while there that I'm not allowed to make Plans.

I'm just supposed to plod along steadily in one dead-end job after another until the day I die, chasing my financial tail. Fulfilment is for other people.

I'm not even sad or angry at this point. I'm just sort of numb.

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[baronscartop.livejournal.com]

Okay, has the initial shock passed now? Good. Emotions in check? No? Understandable. But better, at least? Okay, good enough.

> So all 36,700 words of my novel are as good as gone,

False.
10 000 are on Secret History; the rest will be recovered.

> as are all 52,000 words of my serial,

False.
See Secret History. As many of us do, often.

> and everything else I had on the computer.

False.
Your SG stuff is saved elsewhere, plus your data will be recovered. From what I can see, your problem looks like a video card issue.

> I'm obviously not meant to write.

False.

False.

False.


See, because you were kicking ass this year. And I'm not just talking November. Then you hit a snag. This is actually pretty cool, because it means that when you regroup and push right back, you're always going to remember this as the month They tried to fuck you, and you kicked their ass.

t!

[mousme.livejournal.com]

You know, when you made that "post your war stories" thread in the NaNo forums, I had the temerity to say that I had none.

Guess the fates decided to teach me to never say never.

Gah.

However, the problem seems fixable. I have had tea. Things are, if not under control, at least not quite as dire as they seemed.

Jesus H. Christ on a fucking pogo stick, did I not need this now.

I hear Mercury is actually in retrograde, all snarky jokes from me aside. I am *very* tempted to blame this on the stars. Tempted.