O frabjous day!

The prodigal laptop has returned.

The new hard drive is in place. Printer drivers, camera software, and antivirus program have been installed.

MS Word is being a bit passive-aggressive in refusing to open a couple of documents I wanted to transfer from the flash drive. Open Office stopped downloading for no apparent reason, but–

My laptop is back. On my lap.

I hate to say this, considering that David went to so much trouble figuring out how to back up the old hard drive, but I sort of like the laptop in its current state of pristinity.*

One column of icons runs down the left side of the desktop. Dozens of old icons have vanished: the files I threw there so I could postpone deciding where to store them; the files I threw there because I was afraid I’d forget where I’d stored them; the files I threw there because I intended to move them to the recycle bin in just a few minutes.

The desktop is so clean and neat. It’s like I tidied it up myself.

And the Documents folder is empty: a clean, white box that affords room to breathe.

At a Writers’ League of Texas meeting last year, author Cynthia Leitich Smith said she composes a first draft quickly, then prints it out and writes all over the hard copy. Then she disposes of the print-out, deletes the file, and begins a second draft from scratch.

I thought that was the bravest thing I’d ever heard, so brave it bordered on crazy.

But now I think I know how she must feel: an Incredible Lightness of Being. No old draft plucking at her clothing, pulling her down.

Of course, I don’t really know how she feels, because I haven’t disposed of anything. It’s all on the external hard drive, waiting to be reloaded.

We think.

And as I told David, if it isn’t there, so what? Most of what I care about is somewhere–on a flash drive or attached to an e-mail I sent myself–and what isn’t somewhere probably wasn’t worth saving.

Anyway, I had saved so many drafts of the novel under so many different names that I often became confused about which I was supposed to be working on. Now I have the crummy rough draft and the less crummy third (fourth? fifth? sixth?) revised beginning. That’s enough for anyone.

I talk big at 11:45 p.m. CST.

In the morning, things might not look so rosy. I might be repenting that attitude all over the place.

But I’ll think about that tomorrow.

For tomorrow is another day.

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I know pristinity isn’t a word. But it should be. Once upon a time, chortle wasn’t a word either. If I’m going to get into the OED, I can’t spend all my time kowtowing to dictionary.com.

2 thoughts on “O frabjous day!

  1. Hooray! I know this feeling too. BTDT. However, I never developed the habit of dumping things on my ‘puter desktop. My physical one is a mess, but not my screen. In fact, I don’t have ANY icons on my desktop. I use the desktop toolbar on the taskbar and hide all desktop icons. (Right-click desktop > View > unclick Show desktop icons.)

    Congratulations on using OpenOffice. I have Office 2007, which I thought would tempt me back to MS full time. Not so. I stick with OO most of the time. It’s too much trouble to take the default templates and styles in 2007.

    A mentor once told me back in 1981 that a writer he knew lost all her work in a fire, and her critical case of writer’s block went up in flames along with them. Maybe I’ll blog about that story.

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    1. I just hid my icons. I like the way the desktop looks. If only a right click would clean up my house.

      I have Word 07 but like Open Office better. I understand OO.

      I hope you’ll blog about the writer who lost her writer’s block along with her work. I’ve been feeling for a long time that those old drafts are keeping me from the new beginning I need to make. My husband said, “But don’t you want your files back?” I don’t know that I do.

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