Why must I be so, so, so very like myself?

[desperance]

Oh, this is not good. I cannot find the Harry Hoad papers.

They are, for certain sure, in this room. Somewhere. I have a fairly firm conviction that I put them in a smart folder, which is black with red lacings, so as to keep them safe and prominent. I cannot find the folder.

The other possibility is that they went in a plain brown envelope with "Harry Hoad" or some such written on the cover. Can't find one of those either.

Anyone who knows this room, or me, won't be in the least surprised. Nor am I; it's been nearly a year, and there has been some fairly major reorganisation going on in here, and I don't have a place to put other people's family papers, which is why it may have gone anywhere. Actually I thought it might have gone nowhere, I thought I might find it right here on the desk, under archaeological layers of accumulated papers - but no. Not that.

Which means, well, I don't know where to look. Not, probably, in any of the twelve filing-cabinet drawers; they're all full of old manuscripts and such. More likely it's in one of the many, many document boxes. Or one of the plastic crates. Or one of the heaps of loose paper. Or one of the cats could have knocked it behind a filing cabinet. Or...

I don't know where to start.

And I have a novel to finish.

*utters bad words, aimed mostly at self*

ETA: Sod, and double sod. I found the smart folder. Empty. The papers are somewhere else. Now I don't even know what I'm looking for...

Comments

[timill]

If you can't be like yourself, who can?

Best of luck finding where the cats have put them.

[tavella.livejournal.com]

Could you have stuck them back in the bible, by chance?

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

They'll turn up; I have confidence.

[green-knight.livejournal.com]

I have every sympathy for you. I know *exactly* how you feel.

Archaeology in the home, that's us.

[possumqueen.livejournal.com]

I'd bet Jungian money they'll turn up just at the proper moment.... and not one second before.

[possumqueen.livejournal.com]

Just think of how long the mashie-niblick was sequestered in your upper vaults. All lonely like, until you stumbled upon. ;) [Do I sound Brit, or like a Spaniard wannabe?]

[jeremy-m.livejournal.com]

'Be yourself. If you try to be someone else, it makes life so difficult for the post office and delivery men.' - Miss Piggy

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

Finish the novel and then hold an excavation party?

[wishus.livejournal.com]

Try not to worry. The papers are there somewhere. They will still be there when you have time/space to look properly.

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

Email the grand-niece, tell her you didn't put the papers where you thought you had, that you must must must finish your novel because it's your paying job, and that once it's done you will search diligently for the papers. She'll understand, for heaven's sake. *hugs*

[gauroth.livejournal.com]

*hugs* The same thing happens to me, and I share your pain. That desperate angry panic is horrible. *sends positive, finding-things thoughts*

*more hugs*

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

You will, of course, find them, but not until you are searching desperately for something else, and you will take no pleasure in finding them, because they are not the something else for which you are now looking. This is how the world works.