In the course of our chatting, I discovered that there are still apparently a number of Daily Dragon articles floating around somewhere, unedited and unpublished. I thought I'd consolidated all the data onto my personal USB flash drive in the big clean-off-the-computers activity that Monday, but apparently there are still files on the other flash drive that need to be extracted. Oops.
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I seem to have lost all the progress I made on the as-yet-untitled Japanese fantasy story yesterday. When I opened up the file this morning, it had reverted back to how it was at the end of Tuesday.
Mystifying and irksome that. I'm not egregiously put out--no hair rending or shrieks of outrage at the cosmos--because yesterday was mostly about research. The primary changes I made consisted of a few hundred words of tightening edits and a bit of scene fleshing out, all fairly straightforward to replicate without overmuch brain strain, not to mention all my research notes were intact. I'd be needing a padded cell right about now if I'd laid down thousands of new words, so it could've been much worse.
Still, I'm a bit flummoxed. My best guess is that I didn't save my file before shutting down for the day, except that's just not like me. I hit SAVE with almost compulsive regularity--conditioned as I've been by a randomly powering down laptop and other fun-and-exciting hardware adventures. And I thought Word did automatic saves at regular intervals anyway? Plus, wouldn't Word have asked me if I'd wanted to save my changes if I'd closed the file without saving?
I also checked my temp file cache to see if I'd accidentally saved it there, as well as my other folders to see if I'd somehow managed to relocate it. Nope.
Did I unwittingly offend a computer diety yesterday?
I'm now back to where I was when I shut down yesterday, perhaps minus a scintillating line or two, or with a slightly-more-awkward sentence construction here and there, but those are minor editing issues.
I'm also compulsive about making backups, which all of my experience with these helpful but maddening technological gadgets is further reinforcing . . .
- Payment from Her Circle Ezine for their reprinting of "Second Daughter" pending a bit of PayPal-related awkwardness.
HCE paid me via debit card to my PayPal account, but it's a Personal Account, and so it balked at accepting payment without being upgraded. I declined its repeated exhortations to upgrade (no, I don't want PayPal taking a fee+percentage out of this and all future monies. Yes, I'M SURE, dammit!) and so had to refuse payment. Happily, an email to the editor explaining the situation resulted in a "we'll send you a money order forthwith." So it's all good.