Do you know what I hate?
Spending two days tearing apart the multiple computers, laptops, PDA’s and assorted digital doohickeys I own, searching for a piece of writing I know is in there somewhere. Why? Because I clearly remember sitting there writing the damn thing that’s why.
Then finding it in a notebook.
I hate that.
February 6th, 2007 at 7:29 am
Yep. At least it was in a notebook. A certain someone I know has been known to write stories by flashlight on the back of envelopes, or on sticky notes, or on any blank-ish scrap of paper … and then they pile up somewhere, to be found at random weeks or months later.
And … you remember that you wrote it, and didn’t completely forget it the moment it was down on paper.
February 6th, 2007 at 10:21 am
The most worrying part of this brain failure is that it is the second time I have done it looking for the self same piece of writing.
February 9th, 2007 at 1:43 am
You know, it’s not so bad, really. Or … umm … maybe it is bad, and I should be worried? I often end up forgetting things - especially when I’m baking - and will be standing in the middle of the kitchen, saying to myself, “I know I’m supposed to be doing something …” and will, when I remember it, promptly forget it again.
Cleaning is much the same.
Tell me, though: did you take the trouble to type the piece out, now that you’ve found it?
February 9th, 2007 at 10:28 am
No, in the intervening two days my brain built it up into a stunning piece of craft, an astonishing vignette worthy of record. But then I read it again and it was a bit ‘meh’. Also I missed the weekend window for Flickr Fiction, which is what I wanted it for.