Eleanor Tatum

We’re fortunate enough to own two homes. One we share with the Credit Union, but they never visit. When writing a draft of Gray Lace, my fourth book, at The Big House, (big as in bigger than the little house), I did save my work. I did, but I failed to email it to myself. Windows 8 will not let allow me to save on a flash drive. I adore flash drives. They create in my mind mysteries and adventures of intrigue about governmental secrets.

I digress.

I failed to email my work, remember? When we arrived at our wonderful but tiny shared-with-our-credit-union Little House, my adorable pink Dell lap top, currently on Windows 7, does not have my work. My inspirational flash drive only has my 54,000 word count, while I noted in my writer’s journal that I’d reached 54,600 when I last wrote in The Big House.

Should I try to remember those 600 words and take a chance of “messing up” the manuscript or waste the weekend and not write. Wait, I could just draft the next chapter and let all these Windows get dirty.

Enough!