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Oh, How I Cried!

The story I'm working on now is very special to me. As I said in one of my narration videos, I'm manifesting storylines. This is one I've been working on for maybe two or three years now, and for the most part, the story's premise would come to me in bits and pieces. Whenever I got an idea, I'd write it out and once that Idea was typed out, the well would go dry, and I'd stop, close out that story and go on to something else. 

Well, when I finished editing and revising the last story I worked on before this one, I couldn't get the characters of this book out of my mind. At the time, I didn't really have an idea to move the story forward, but I didn't figure it would hurt to read over what I had. I'm glad to say that since re-opening that story, I've added to it considerably. I'm proud of how it's turning out, and love how it's going so far.

To see what I'm talking about when I say, "I'm manifesting storylines" I'll post the link to that video here: (Manifesting Storylines). I may do a part two to this video to describe how I do it. 

Honestly, I wish I had thought to do this years before. More of my unfinished stories may be done by now. Anyway, I've been enjoying this story now more than ever, since the storyline is clearer in my mind. It's just fun to write on, now that I have something else to write.

Tonight (February 13, 2023), I was on a roll. I typed out maybe over 2000+ words and I was closing the story out to save my progress. Well, the program I was using malfunctioned somehow and my progress didn't save. When I saw that my progress did not save after all those hours and all that work, I broke down. I hadn't cried that hard in a long while. My oldest held me as I cried.

Part of the reason, other than losing all that work was this: I can't find a real job. No matter how hard I try, I can't get a job. Not even one working from home. I honestly don't know how friends and acquaintences find work from home jobs, becasue no matter how hard I try, I go through job listings and can't find one. Writing is my passion. It's what I know, and I honestly feel like if my stories are polished enough, I can make money with them. I feel like people will like my work if they just give it a chance. To lose that much progress made me feel helpless.

I was so focused on the story, I actually didn't realize I failed to turn on AutoSave. But I never had to worry about it before. That program has never crashed like that before. Even in the past when the program did crash, my progress would still be saved. Losing that work hurt on a level I never quite experienced. It was like losing a huge amount of money or losing an expensive piece of jewelry. My books are valuable to me, so it just hurt to lose. 

Thankfully, I was able to remember the gist of what I wanted to write. I redid some of it and am too tired to do the rest now. I'll take my eldest child's advice and take some notes on what I want to write so I'll remember next time. But man ... all that progress lost just ... ugh, that was so damn gross. Talk to y'all later!

Rosey Lav




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