What the (fill in the blank) just happened!

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What (()&%$#% just happened!

Gwenny’s Wayback Machine once again takes us back to the year 1985, year 14 of my Science Fiction days. Ronald Reagan was President of a more innocent United States,We Are the World” is recorded in reaction to that new disease AIDS in Africa. The Space Shuttle program is in high gear, but the Challenger will soon be doomed to an ignominious fate.

Personally, I have started my book project “THE RETURN TRIP”,  a space-family saga that will see the Challenger cruelly intervene 12 months in the future . About the time that I am winding down Chapter 3, after a fruitful 3 hour session, I go to save the document thanks to that nifty feature on my Radio Shack 2000 that allows you to come and pick up where you left off………………..

………………….and then it was gone. )*&%^$#_){}][=?><(!! what just happened!!??

Whether it was procedural operator error or a computer glitch, 2 months of work just evaporated——and it was good stuff too!

That is the time when, after you stop crying, you wonder if you can possibly recreate all those great words & phrases.  And though I would recover, at that very moment I hearkened back to a recent time when it would have taken a house fire to lose 3 freaking chapters!

Nightmare #2 is a bad dream of a different color, as the Wayback machine fast-forwards to 1990; another seeming roadblock that may derail a book writer.

Prelude to Nightmare #1

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Prelude to a Nightmare #1

Back in 1985 (wow that was long ago and far away) I just purchased my first computer, a Radio Shack 2000 w/286 processor, and was eager to leave the world of the typewriter.

My first two books had taken its toll on my Smith Corona and my hard pounding finger tips. For those who do not remember, non-electric typewriters did not have that feather touch/feel that we enjoy today. I will never forget the constant loading of paper and the right-hand advancement to the next line (if you kept on typing you could exceed preferred margins).

It’s one thing to reach the end of a page and discover you’ve changed your mind or had a better idea. The only correction/editing tool was white out—no delete or cut/copy/paste. Needless to say, I do not miss the sound of yet another piece of paper being crumpled out of frustration.

The only fun in trashing an incomplete page came in tossing it in the circular file (garbage can); a ten foot left-handed shot that goes in produced a singular and unsatisfying cheer.

Today I cheer my MS Word. Tomorrow I share neophyte-computing tears.

I bet that tonite I will have bad dreams about what I will be sharing on Sunday. Dear Lord forgive me in advance.

UPDATE 8-28-2013

“I sold that computer this spring to a man in Pennsylvania.”

Gwenny