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So I have lost my flash drive with about three months worth of (stupidly) not backed up writing. This is during probably the most prolific time I've had as a writer since high school, or my last year at that second college. Insane amounts of notes, partially typed scripts, etc. were on there.
To give you a sense of how much notes and writing means to me, here's this story: I once accidentally left a notepad with a years worth of notes in the wash. When I pulled them out of the dryer I discovered that all of my clothes were now completely coated in pulp. I cried like a bitch and threw a fit, because I am actually an effeminate two year old.
For reference: I did not cry when my grandma died. I did not cry at my uncles funeral. I don't generally cry. That one got me.
So I lost a flash drive with a bunch of really important documents. Yes, it's my fault for not backing it up. I totally get it, and I'm not asking for sympathy at all. But here's the thing.
I'm surprisingly cool about it. I mean, I really get it. I'm not 'in shock' or anything faggy like that. I'm just like "Well that sucks." And, moreover, I'm kinda excited to be able to start over again. I'm SUPER bummed about the IDEA of having to redo it all, but really stoked about the actuality of a fresh start.
I'm all conflicty and stuff.
To give you a sense of how much notes and writing means to me, here's this story: I once accidentally left a notepad with a years worth of notes in the wash. When I pulled them out of the dryer I discovered that all of my clothes were now completely coated in pulp. I cried like a bitch and threw a fit, because I am actually an effeminate two year old.
For reference: I did not cry when my grandma died. I did not cry at my uncles funeral. I don't generally cry. That one got me.
So I lost a flash drive with a bunch of really important documents. Yes, it's my fault for not backing it up. I totally get it, and I'm not asking for sympathy at all. But here's the thing.
I'm surprisingly cool about it. I mean, I really get it. I'm not 'in shock' or anything faggy like that. I'm just like "Well that sucks." And, moreover, I'm kinda excited to be able to start over again. I'm SUPER bummed about the IDEA of having to redo it all, but really stoked about the actuality of a fresh start.
I'm all conflicty and stuff.