Friday, January 25, 2008


The flashbacks have stopped, but the flash drive has died. At some point yesterday, my flash drive fell out of my pocket right in front of my house and was eventually driven over by the entire neighborhood.
The crusty stuff is road salt. I found it in a shallow puddle of water. When it dried, it came apart.
I was carrying the novel on it. Of course, I did print the sucker out and there are some backups, but maybe not every edit.
This may or may not be a setback, but certainly it is a pain in the ass.
On the home front, things are fine.
Tomorrow, I do the polar plunge for the Special Olympics. Thanks to the help of the news room and a blogger friend (who I'm not certain about thanking publicly for his generosity), I've raised 96 bucks for the charity. Hopefully, I will not die. That would sort of suck.


The Film Geek said...

Good luck tomorrow! You might consider rubbing yourself down with some vaseline. I've heard that helps you stay warmer.

(I just realized how creepy that sounded...)

primalscreamx said...

But not the creepiest thing I've heard this week.
Thanks for your support, man.

The Film Geek said...

Always. And I'm looking forward to the story and pictures.

Buzzardbilly said...

I'm sorry about the flash drive. Thankfully, sounds like you've got pretty recent backups.

Hope things went well in the plunge.