“Back-ups. Oh, my god. Burning your stuff to CD or DVD is not good enough. Trust me on that. Things go wrong. Understand that Storage Will Always Fail. Always. I have a ruggedised, manly and capacious 32GB USB memory stick that can withstand fire, water, gunshots and the hairy arseteeth of Cthulhu itself — but my daughter decided she wanted to liberate one of my bags for her use, took the stick out of it and put it ’somewhere safe.’ It has never been seen again. Storage Will Always Fail.”
– Warren Ellis, on “What I Use”
“It died a horrible death.”
Which is the answer I gave when my brother asked me about my NaNoWriMo novel over Thanksgiving. My poor novel died in infancy, slain while it was still mostly an outline. Here’s the post-mortem:
Day one: Typed and typed until I was falling asleep. Only wrote half of the number of words required for each day in order to meet quota.
Day two: Typed and typed until I was falling asleep. Again, only wrote half of what I needed to write to stay on track.
Day three I had obligations that kept me getting to the computer at all.
Then I got sick, and stayed sick for about five days.
And on top of everything else, it just kept bugging me that I was working on this brand new novel when I had another story that I was really interested in finishing just sitting on my hard drive. It seemed stupid to work so hard on a story that I wasn’t nearly as committed to.
So, I didn’t.
Don’t get me wrong. I think that writing every single day is the best way to actually get writing done. I just have trouble making that commitment.
But maybe, just maybe, that other story, the one that’s been in my head for a couple of years, will get finished sometime soon. I think I’d like to send that one out into the world.
And besides, I still have the idea and outline I put together for NaNoWriMo. I might still salvage it some day.