This week was poised to start off with me lost somewhere in Dante's Inferno. Somehow I managed to corrupt the word document that contained the story I've been working on for the past two weeks. It was the only copy I had (obviously the perils of college life have been lost on me) and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get it to open. The only copy I'd printed I had given away, and that had been only after the first day of writing. Here I was, ten minutes before having to leave for work, freaking out as I stared into the precipice that would possibly have been my undoing. Could it be re-created? Do I remember it well enough to capture all of the little things that actually made it sort of brilliant?
My first instinct was to call up the person who had the only hard copy, incomplete as it was. My hopes were on her, my possible angel. But, it seemed that perhaps there was some curse put on me, for the copy was missing.
Then I had a moment of clarity. I've been video-journaling! And for my last entry, I remembered with waves of euphoria, I read the entire story out loud to myself in an attempt to spark inspiration. So now I'm faced with the prospect of sitting in front of the computer, transcribing from a video file, which I've never done before.
Luck seems to have returned to me, however, in the form of the missing hard copy. So now it's only a matter of two or three pages that will be transcribed. I'll do it tonight so that I can get back into the groove of the story and then just keep on going. In the end, I was screwed and saved by technology...somehow it reminds me of the U2 song, "With or Without You". Huh.
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