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desperanceSomewhere in this house - which means somewhere in this room, by and large - there is a printed version of a book proposal I wrote some years ago. There must be, for that is how I work.
There may well also be an electronic version on a not-quite-dead computer by the desk here.
So far, I have discovered and managed to resurrect a text file from a floppy, but it just doesn't seem quite long enough; I'm sure I wrote to the end of the section and the Big Reveal, but that's not here.
I'd rather find it than rewrite it, obviously.
So: should I work my way systematically through the boxes, folders and filing cabinets in this room - bearing in mind that this is thirty years'-worth of archive, let us politely call it randomly stored - until I find what I'm looking for, seizing the opportunity also to discard what is redundant and sort the rest?
Or should I power up the nearly-dead computer, connect it to a monitor and see what I can find in there? (Bearing in mind that I am kinda scared it might do harm to my nice monitor, it's so flaky now...)
Or should I just open a bottle of wine and settle down with a book, bearing in mind that my shoulder hurts like - oh, like something hurty (there is something wrong with this language: all the similes that come easily to mind are inappropriate, they are things where I want to cry "but that doesn't hurt, if you're doing it right!") and I am miserable and anxious and all out of sorts already?
There may well also be an electronic version on a not-quite-dead computer by the desk here.
So far, I have discovered and managed to resurrect a text file from a floppy, but it just doesn't seem quite long enough; I'm sure I wrote to the end of the section and the Big Reveal, but that's not here.
I'd rather find it than rewrite it, obviously.
So: should I work my way systematically through the boxes, folders and filing cabinets in this room - bearing in mind that this is thirty years'-worth of archive, let us politely call it randomly stored - until I find what I'm looking for, seizing the opportunity also to discard what is redundant and sort the rest?
Or should I power up the nearly-dead computer, connect it to a monitor and see what I can find in there? (Bearing in mind that I am kinda scared it might do harm to my nice monitor, it's so flaky now...)
Or should I just open a bottle of wine and settle down with a book, bearing in mind that my shoulder hurts like - oh, like something hurty (there is something wrong with this language: all the similes that come easily to mind are inappropriate, they are things where I want to cry "but that doesn't hurt, if you're doing it right!") and I am miserable and anxious and all out of sorts already?