A while back I found a cd labeled in my draftsman print,
Full Backup 6-08-06
On it is a copy of an old, not quite completed novel with the working title Standing Outside the Fire (blatantly ripped off from the song by Garth Brooks).
Although I have a hard copy of the document, this file is the only digital copy in existance. I was so excited to find it! I had never attempted to do any further work on this MS, because first I would have to rekey it into a new file, and I’m too lazy for that. And I was extra excited because I had just been discussing with someone a possible home for that story, if only I had it in a file.
The file’s corrupt. I’ve tried all the obvious things, and quite a few less obvious ones, but no dice.
But not every file on that disc is corrupt, and after I got over my initial crushing disappointment, I spent hours last night revisiting old stories, bits and pieces, notes, chat transcripts, and photos. The disc turned out to be a treasure after all, even if it didn’t give me exactly what I hoped, wanted, thought I needed.
I’m pretty sure there’s a lesson in there somewhere.