Friend of mine, darn her to heck, sent me a link to an online game. Good thing she lives all the way over in Charlotte or I’d slap her sillier. It is in German, I think by a bus/trolley company. Anyway, you keep the man upright by moving your mouse sideways. No clicking, just move the mouse. It is very addicting! I played it some this morning and stopped when I reached 79metres!! Allegedly the record is 85m.
Had a frightening moment last night. Well, half hour or so. I do regular backups of my WIP (works in progress) folder, the one that holds all my writing projects in 12 subfolders. I do monthly CD burns as well as send it via the network over to the 2nd hard drive on the desktop once a week.
Then yesterday (the day where I went with two hours sleep in over 36hrs) I messed around with the Windohs Briefcase option. The beginning of an adventure I hope to never repeat.
So how did the thing make two copies, both of them different? One had data from the laptop, the other had data from a seperate hard drive?! And, what happened to everything on the desktop? Why was the folders empty then the BG file gone altogether?
The world may never know.
That feeling I had when I realized the BG folder was gone…that was remarkable. The floor of my little safe room fell and took me with it. The concept that everything about it was gone, was painful. I remembered a second later that I had made the backup but that second felt like an hour.
I can tell I am over my slump and back into writer mode. I want to write that feeling down, explore it some into words. Is such a thing possible? Can that feeling be adequately put down into written word? Taken from the 3D world and put into a 1D? A move is like a ball of string. The viewer sees the entire ball as the movie goes along. The setting, the facial expressions, the smoke, the fire, the bubbles in the glass. The writer has to take that ball of string and present it to the reader as a single long string, showing the reader the setting, the facial expressions, the smoke, the fire and the bubbles in the glass. All through the written words.
Yes, definately over my slump or whatever it was.