This is not good, not good at all
Yesterday I got the final draft of a story I've been writing about my childhood back from my editor. It was mostly for myself and it was less about hunting (while that was still a factor) and more about well um.... about how much I owe my dad and my brother for what they did for me. I changed our names of course, I actually ended up calling my father Samuel in the book and... well I was never planning on publishing it....
AND IT'S MISSING.
I'm sure I put it in my desk drawer last night and Jess and I only went out for a short walk and when I came home it was gone.
It's called: The Road We Live On (cheesy I know) but it's missing.
