You ever have that moment where you’re staring at your computer like it’s lost it’s mind?
This past Friday that happened.
I wrote a novel through the fall and finished it the end of November. It was about 44,000 words barely a novel to some people, but it was done.
I’ve started editing it the last couple of weeks and I thought everything was cool.
Friday afternoon I go to send it to my wife to read. There was an anomaly.
It was not 44,000 words but only 18,000 and change.
I’m not sure how this occurred. I possibly saved it wrong, overwrote it or something similar.
So there I was thinking I had a completed story. Nope!
I will be going back to finish this story instead of what I planned on doing. Which was edit it.
Now I believe in fate. That there’s a purpose for things like this.
I plan on taking advantage of those missing words like a kid in a toy store.
There’s a reason I screwed up and I’ll take advantage of being able to rework it and change the things I remember not being right.
Oh yeah, happy Monday!