Don't panic

[desperance]

I cannot actually have lost the second half of my novel, no. One does not lose three hundred manuscript pages. I've just ... put it somewhere...?

See! There is it. It sits among the cabbages and peas. Or in fact among those totally-unrelated boxes, where I clearly, um, put it. Yes.

But see: second half! I have read and scribbled on the first half! Without much effect, I fear: mostly it's just been nitpicks rather than the fierce reconstructions I expected, tho' there has so far been one bit where I wrote "Write this!" in the margin, 'cos the scene referred to in a skimpy paragraph would've been much more interesting than the scene I'd actually written. Often the case: I do take a perverse pleasure in avoiding the obvious, but sometimes I fear I take it to extremes. Dramatic face to face encounters tend to carry much more emotional weight than a simple mention of them en passant. It's just, sometimes I'm not interested in the drama, y'know?

In other news, still not king. There might be a connection.

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Am relieved that you found MS -- I am always doing this sort of thing, and then turning the house upside-down and then, well, chaos ensues. I need to un-learn the habit of wandering around with things in my hand then putting them down absent-mindedly.
And that is some fast going, too.