First of all, let me apologize for missing Friday. Among many things going on over the past few weeks, I was finally able to expand the tattoo on my left arm. It now extends out onto my chest and around to my back. There are some pretty big plans brewing around it that, unfortunately, won't come to fruition until right before my next child is born. Here's hoping that Little Miss stays on schedule and allows me this one last (painful) respite.
On the writing front, I finally crossed 50k words on The Magician. For the majority of this novel, I've been using Write or Die 2. For the uninitiated, this is a word processor that is designed to eliminate excuses. While there are lighter settings, my favorite is 10 second Kamikaze mode. In WoD2, it makes it so it eliminates the vowels from words if you stop writing. In the original, it deleted full words. So, as you might be able to tell, there's a certain amount of insanity that comes into using this feature, but it's not as harsh as it could have (and previously has) been.
Now I've written well over 30k using this tool, if not more. In fact, this version came out in the middle of National Novel Writing Month, so I got to switch in the middle of my initial sprint on The Magician. I will leave it at this: it has been a buggy release. I'm still plagued with bugs about sounds continually playing after I've left the Danger Zone, the timer going forever (i.e. never letting me rest) because I set my word count to 0. But, through it all, I've been able to save my progress and continue without so much as batting an eyelash.
Until this past Thursday.
Due to an inordinately long Wednesday at my job, I was able to go in a bit later to my job (which, as a tangent, I still ended up starting work two hours earlier than I was scheduled). When I get these rare opportunities, I go to one of my local coffee shops and park it there for a few hours. I was starting to feel the groove in WoD2. On an average day, I can hit 1,000 words if I give myself twenty to twenty-five minutes. In the middle of my writing, just as the groove was hitting, I received a phone call from "Unknown." Unfortunately one of the responsibilities of my job is that I need to take absolutely every call. With a great sigh, I hit the pause button and reached out for my phone.
It's a junk call. Some useless thing about heart scans because of where I live. I wait the requisite amount of seconds before hanging up and turning back to my manuscript. In the last few minutes, my (bad) writing has been stripped of its vowels. Now, to be fair, this is less than 300 words, but my few seconds had turned into a minute or two, because most of the page had been torn asunder. My heart sank. I copied the mangled words and quickly rushed them to another document before inspecting the damage.
This is what it looked like after Kamikaze mode had finished up with it:
As I'm sure you can see, this is indistinguishable trash. Rather than be discouraged, I instantly jumped into this tangle of consonants and began extrapolating. After about thirty, forty minutes, I was able to recover it to a reasonable enough degree. I was even able to do the slightest bit of editing to clean this up, but tried to keep the initial work in tact, since you really don't want to switch on that part of your brain until it's absolutely necessary.
As should be no surprise to any of you, I have not gone back to Write or Die 2 just yet. If anything, I think I'm going to revert back to Write or Die 1, with its harder, but more stable platform. If you're not as insane as I am, there are options to throw a popup onscreen or show something like giant spiders jumping out of the screen. However, these are just distractions for me. If I'm going to shirk my writing responsibility, then I'm going to be punished for it and I will learn.
At least I should . . .