I told you a few posts ago about the subversive story I had been noodling, but I left out an important detail:
I LOST THE MANUSCRIPT.
For some unknown reason I hadn't typed it up yet. Still I carried its paper-clipped pages and post it notes in my purse. And hence, I lost it.
|"Argh!!! I can't eat this. |
This story isn't even
(Angry Bear by Malowanki via
I'm confident I'll find it though.
Unless a bear took it. (which might have happened, because the last place I recall having it was at the campsite.)
Most of it is more or less in my head anyway.
It's just hanging out with random song lyrics from the 80s and nursery rhyme warnings of epidemics. It's in good hands. Sort of.
And besides it adds a bit of intrigue that this manuscript is going to put up a fight!
Unless of course it is so grim and disturbing it is just not meant to be found. Mwa-ha-ha!
Do let this cautionary tale serve as today's reminder to safeguard your manuscripts.
Type them up.
Back them up.
Save them to a thumb drive.
Print them in triplicate.
I don't think tattooing them in your armpits is going too far.
Or just keep them on post-it notes in your pocket. I'm sure it will be super safe.
Now, just how did that story start...