Story Death
I wrote a cute/lovely/angsty/cool 500 words flashfic, inspired by a few songs on the play list. First person, which I sometimes fall into but rarely actually like. LeeGaara, with, like, ouchiness to it, which I also sometimes fall into, but seldom choose to write.
It was done. Spellchecked. Whittled to 500 words exactly. Not 499, not 501. 500. With clear, clean sentences. A nice beginning, a hard hitting ending. I saved it. I went to get the links for the song so I could post them as well. I cut and paste them and a header into the fic folder, and saved it... made a change to the author's note, saved again.
Realized belatedly that during the first cut and paste, I had copied over the fic, and that during the second, I had made it irrecoverable.
Fic. Death.
*mourns*
It was done. Spellchecked. Whittled to 500 words exactly. Not 499, not 501. 500. With clear, clean sentences. A nice beginning, a hard hitting ending. I saved it. I went to get the links for the song so I could post them as well. I cut and paste them and a header into the fic folder, and saved it... made a change to the author's note, saved again.
Realized belatedly that during the first cut and paste, I had copied over the fic, and that during the second, I had made it irrecoverable.
Fic. Death.
*mourns*