sometimes, I hate Word...

and I'm talking really, really hate it. Like, when it totally loses three pages of hard won words! One minute it's there, one minute it's not. And though I've set Word to save every five minutes, do you think it actually bothered saving anything in the five hours I was sweating over those three measly pages? NO!! I can find backups from the day before, last week, hell, I can even find backups for stuff I did a year ago. But current stuff? Not a sniff.

To say I was annoyed would be quite an understatement. Poor Pete had to listen to me whinging about it for at least a good hour. Which is mild compared to the whinging that used to happen when I was a cook working at the MCG. Man, his ears were blastered for a good two or three hours on my arrival home from that place. But then, certain people at the G had that sort of effect on you.

Anyway, today I had the task of trying to remember exactly what I wrote in those mising three pages. Which, as any writer knows, is just about impossible. So I read the scene before it, ended up deleting another page, then started writing the scene from scratch. I managed to reclaim the three pages, and do another three, so in the end, it wasn't too bad. But I swear I lost some great sentences in those three pages that disappeared!