The worst part about this week

was realizing I lost a story I'd written last year :( I swore it was backed up on one of my hard drives or uploaded to my Google Docs, but I cannot find any trace of the file -- and the laptop I'd written it on is long gone now.  It was a 65k novel about a woman who ran the USA house at the Winter Olympics, and even though I'd kind of given up on it I had every intention to revisit it at a later date.  I actually liked some of the scenes I'd written.

This makes me sad. And pretty much sucks.

Back up your work and double-triple-quadruple check it, kids.