WAH!
I went to work on my JAOctGoHoNo story last night and I COULDN'T FIND IT!
*hyperventilates*
I don't know what happened to it. I know I saved it it. But it has nonetheless disappeared.
The good news is, I didn't have that much of it. The bad news is, I wasn't able to recreate that I had. The good news is, that might not be such a bad thing.
~ * ~ * ~
If there was anything Marianne hated, it was being useful. And this included sewing. “I really should give this book a chance,” Marianne said as she hastened to retrieve the book she’d only seconds before sent tumbling to the floor. “Colonel Brandon recommended it to me himself, and I know he’ll want to discuss it when he visits next.”
“I didn’t know you were in the habit of listening to anything Colonel Brandon had to say.”
Marianne wrinkled her nose. “I’m not.” Marianne was no fan of the Colonel’s. He might be considered “quite the catch” around these parts of the Himalayas, but Marianne wasn’t a Yeti and she considered herself a cut above the rest. She shaved.
In and out her sister’s needle went. Marianne sat mesmerized watching Kayleanor mend a hole in their youngest sister’s dress. Margaret was a tomboy and with her predilection for scaling mountains and joining in all the Yeti games, her clothes were in a constant state of required repair. “You know, speaking of Yetis, if we learned to grow hair as they do we could do away with having to wear clothes and thus alleviate the need to ever mend clothes.”
Kayleanor only managed a roll of the eyes. It was a customary reaction to anything her sister said. “Good heavens, Marianne. You make it sound as if the Yetis are complete savages when you know perfectly well that even Yetis wear clothes.”
But not fashionable ones, Marianne thought smugly.
~ * ~ * ~
I'm just going with the flow of things at this point. Even if it turns out crappy. October 31st is not that far off!
*hyperventilates*
I don't know what happened to it. I know I saved it it. But it has nonetheless disappeared.
The good news is, I didn't have that much of it. The bad news is, I wasn't able to recreate that I had. The good news is, that might not be such a bad thing.
~ * ~ * ~
If there was anything Marianne hated, it was being useful. And this included sewing. “I really should give this book a chance,” Marianne said as she hastened to retrieve the book she’d only seconds before sent tumbling to the floor. “Colonel Brandon recommended it to me himself, and I know he’ll want to discuss it when he visits next.”
“I didn’t know you were in the habit of listening to anything Colonel Brandon had to say.”
Marianne wrinkled her nose. “I’m not.” Marianne was no fan of the Colonel’s. He might be considered “quite the catch” around these parts of the Himalayas, but Marianne wasn’t a Yeti and she considered herself a cut above the rest. She shaved.
In and out her sister’s needle went. Marianne sat mesmerized watching Kayleanor mend a hole in their youngest sister’s dress. Margaret was a tomboy and with her predilection for scaling mountains and joining in all the Yeti games, her clothes were in a constant state of required repair. “You know, speaking of Yetis, if we learned to grow hair as they do we could do away with having to wear clothes and thus alleviate the need to ever mend clothes.”
Kayleanor only managed a roll of the eyes. It was a customary reaction to anything her sister said. “Good heavens, Marianne. You make it sound as if the Yetis are complete savages when you know perfectly well that even Yetis wear clothes.”
But not fashionable ones, Marianne thought smugly.
~ * ~ * ~
I'm just going with the flow of things at this point. Even if it turns out crappy. October 31st is not that far off!