This week revealed a terrible truth: never forget to save your work. Removable storage is your friend. My laptop died. I called technical support, after my computer savvy sweetheart already determined I needed a new hard drive, to be told, I need a new hard drive. I am glad that I only wrote about 1,000 words this month so far. I was frustrated about that fact, but now that I lost all of March’s work, I am not as bereft as I would have been if I’d lost February’s work, which totaled 17,000 words. That would have been…nuclear. For some strange reason, I forgot or just didn’t back it up on the floppy  nor did I email it to myself. (which is how I still have the beginning of Constance.) So, screw my goal for this month. I’ll just move it to next month. And starting this phase of the work from scratch might be a good thing. I was trudging through this writing, besides being overly busy with work and real life; and I just couldn’t find the groove I had the first two months this year. So, maybe this faux pas of mine, which I really should know better, is just the kick in the pants I need to motivate me. The cliche is that each journey starts one step at a time. So this  book will be written, one word at a time. I have a new urgency to get Constance written. I’ve been working on it for so long, and I want to get it done, already. But also, since the genre I chose is coming en vogue, I want to head off the competition. But that’s not fair. By saying that it sounds like I want to beat out my fellow authors. I think the market is big enough for all of us. So let’s get in the car pool lane, pack our trail mix, I recommend the indulgent mix found at Wal-Mart, and get this (writing) party started.

 How’s this entry for mixed metaphors and french phrase infusion?