rpg (and writing)-related angst
Aug. 20th, 2006 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivendellroseI really shouldn't care about this... but it just occurred to me that I think I failed to copy over all my old RPG files when I reformatted this computer. I wrote... sickening amounts for that game. I mean, piles of writing. Piles of it. And unless it's backed up somewhere on a CD, or unless the site (which I no longer have the bookmark for, whoops) is still online... it's all gone.
Two years' worth of writing down the tubes. Just like that. I mean, it wasn't exactly genius work, but... still!
I have this horrible temptation to run and copy down all my significant posts from the more recent games, now, just to make sure I don't lose them when the accounts have been inactive for long enough.
Update: This. Fic. Is. Killing me.
Slowly. Painfully. It's beating me into submission, and it refuses to come to a good ending. Hello? How is this difficult? Dear fic: please come to your point and be finished. I know I have a point. I know I do. It is not difficult. But somehow, I can only seem to hold two of the three threads in my hands at any given moment, and as soon as I grab the other one, one of of the two I'd already had slips away. The comparisons all seemed so easy until it came to this last bit! Now it won't go!
Updated again in the interest of not spamming: Oh. Thank. God.
It's done. I don't even care anymore. But I think it's finally done. All it took was a walk to the grocery store, some water and yoghurt-covered blueberries, the boredom of waiting for the bus, lack of paper aside from an envelope to scribble on, and then another hour of angst and distraction. And cat puke, and a shattered egg, but that's another story altogether.
Two years' worth of writing down the tubes. Just like that. I mean, it wasn't exactly genius work, but... still!
I have this horrible temptation to run and copy down all my significant posts from the more recent games, now, just to make sure I don't lose them when the accounts have been inactive for long enough.
Update: This. Fic. Is. Killing me.
Slowly. Painfully. It's beating me into submission, and it refuses to come to a good ending. Hello? How is this difficult? Dear fic: please come to your point and be finished. I know I have a point. I know I do. It is not difficult. But somehow, I can only seem to hold two of the three threads in my hands at any given moment, and as soon as I grab the other one, one of of the two I'd already had slips away. The comparisons all seemed so easy until it came to this last bit! Now it won't go!
Updated again in the interest of not spamming: Oh. Thank. God.
It's done. I don't even care anymore. But I think it's finally done. All it took was a walk to the grocery store, some water and yoghurt-covered blueberries, the boredom of waiting for the bus, lack of paper aside from an envelope to scribble on, and then another hour of angst and distraction. And cat puke, and a shattered egg, but that's another story altogether.
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Date: 2006-08-21 05:12 pm (UTC)The shortest dramatic reenactment of the writing process is probably this one (http://rivendellrose.livejournal.com/91814.html). The longest was the whole last month during which I was writing my honors thesis for English... I don't think I had a single entry in that month that didn't bitch and whine about my paper.
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