Update:  I FOUND A COPY! I forgot to check my laptop, which is what I originally wrote it on. It’s missing a couple pages, but that’s a lot better than the whole thing.  It’s a Christmas miracle!Â
I have, apparently, committed an act of man-slaughter or story-slaughter, unintentionally. It could be said that I have ignored or pushed away my creative bug, possibly committing a great sin to inspiration or maybe it was bad creative karma or maybe it was just a stupid mistake, but something very grave has happened. I think right now I am trying to make light of it, but it’s most likely just a state of shock.  This is one of the worst things that’s ever happened to me.
Last summer (not this past, but the one previous) while at the Colony, I was working on a manuscript about God, Tumbleweed and I. I haven’t really worked on it since–well, not a lot. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it. Lastnight, was the night to pick it up again. At some point, I deleted it–accidentally. I have checked the backup disks that I have and it’s not there either. I am almost positive no one else would have a copy. I read it once, last January, and I gave a copy to someone who asked for it in the audience. Other than that person, I don’t think another copy exists (if that copy still exists).
I am sick to my stomach. There is no way to recreate that work, obviously. I am at a loss… I might be going fetal for a while…
Yikes! That’s terrible. I keep digital and hard copies of anything and everything, both in house and off property. Ya never know.
Oops… is the moment of silence over?
Re: Update
[Suddenly the choir from the Rickard's Red commercial appears in Rhett's living room] Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Do I need to comment on the memory issue?
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RUDE!!! hehe
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!