Yes, it happens. That wonderful piece of writing you know you will never be able to duplicate, doesn't get auto-saved or sent to the big cloud in the internet sky before you accidentally press the off button on your computer. An entire chapter and two days worth of revisions. This probably goes with Kat's Horrible Monday post but it happened to me today, Wednesday (well now it's actually Thursday and I am just starting to pull out of my self pity enough to post this). So, feeling a little blue, I asked my daughter, Julia to sing me a song and I thought I would share. #whenautosavedoesntsave
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Thursday, February 5, 2015
Needed a little Pick Me Up (after a chapter I spent hours writing didn't auto save!)
Yes, it happens. That wonderful piece of writing you know you will never be able to duplicate, doesn't get auto-saved or sent to the big cloud in the internet sky before you accidentally press the off button on your computer. An entire chapter and two days worth of revisions. This probably goes with Kat's Horrible Monday post but it happened to me today, Wednesday (well now it's actually Thursday and I am just starting to pull out of my self pity enough to post this). So, feeling a little blue, I asked my daughter, Julia to sing me a song and I thought I would share. #whenautosavedoesntsave
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