Dear So and So… *sob*
Please, please get well soon. Six months worth of sigh enducing photographs of our lovely DD, the ins and outs of blog gubbins, countless software programmes (most of which I now can’t remember using for months but that’s not the point), my iTunes collection *wails at remembering this* and almost 17,000 words of this year’s NaNoWriMo novel are contained within your poorly plastic shell and I want them all back. A lovely young whizz kid is going to be fiddling about with your private parts for a while. Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle. Give yourself to him and let me sleep easy again.
Yours in utter despair,
Dear NaNoWriMo novel,
We were doing so well weren’t we? Ahead of our word count targets every day and full of the joys of a plot in progress. We weren’t creating the next Booker Prize Winner or anything close but we were trotting along nicely; characters walking about, taking matters into their own hands, drinking coffee and fighting plagues of rats. And now it looks like we’re fated to part. All 17k words of you are trapped in a plastic box with keys that won’t play ball. I’ve tried writing you with pen and paper but the tip-tapping helps the creative process for me and besides, my wrist has seized up. It was a short, passionate affair. I hope it’s not over yet.
Hugs and kiss,
Your lovestruck author.
Dear Electronic Gods,
Seriously? Did it give you a cheap thrill to strike her down in the prime of her life? I hope your milk goes off and your post gets wet before it’s delivered. *Realises she really needs to work on her insults…*
Yours very angrily,
A grieving laptop owner.
Dear NaNoWriMo buddies,
Hello my lovely fellow nutcases – , , , and others. Thank you, thank you for your lovely words of encouragement and support, your suggestions for repair options and your commiserations. Fight the good fight with or without me, keep the faith, and whatever you do, BACK UP YOUR WORDS EVERY DAY.
Yours in gratitude,
Almost ex-NaNoWriMo participant.
A piece of advice. When a woman tells you she’s done something stupid like not backing up her precious work every day and then losing the whole lot when her laptop throws a wobbly, telling her ‘well you should have done a back up’ isn’t really going to get the most positive response. May I suggest an alternative strategy? A dash of ‘Oh no!’, a sprinkling of ‘What a shame!’ and perhaps even a ‘You poor thing!’ or two is what is required. Suspend your natural ‘I told you so’ reflex for a moment. I think you’ll like the results much better.
The gobby one spitting expletives at you.
Do you have any Dear So and So letters this week? Link them up over at Kat’s place