Ok Ok so I fucked up. What else is new.

OK FINE! Yes... I allowed myself a night and day to wallow in my own self pity. One night of drunken, stoned out of my face, whining to my best friend and kick the asshole hubby out, gave myself one day to recoup and I set forth on a new day. Whew, that was rather long winded wasn't it (you ain't seen nuttin yet eh...).

So anyhoo, today I spent most of my day making up for last words, I mean lost words... I managed to cover some 2070 words today. Yes manic me is so productive, especially when I am hell bend on a goal.

Ally's favorite drink recipe,,,
Homemade pina coladas,

16 oz glass half filled with ice cubes,
1 packet of sugar twin or three spoons of pure cane sugar,
a glug glug glug of rum,
a glug or a few tblsp of coconut milk,
top it up with some pineapple juice,
stir and drink like you haven't a care in the world(fuck the blender, it's too noisy).
J.D., Jim Beam and Royal Canadian Rye Whiskey straight up also works well, when used profusely.

Winks atcha!

Well I made my biggest stupid mistake last night. I had been working on my new book and was done for a bit, so I selected (highlighted) all of the text below my outline to get a word count. I have been up dating my word counter on my blog, I had given myself a goal of 500word per day, so when I went to my blog I opened another file to copy and paste something else. Sufficed to say is that when I was done doing what I was doing I went to close my document and I saved it no realizing that the selected text was not saved in it. I have been doing other things catching up on stuff, and when I was done I was going to continue writing for the rest of the night. So when I opened my book document I just sat and stared.

Only my outline was saved and I took a major anxiety attack. My husband was over visiting and he’s asking me what’s wrong and all I could do was gasp for air, I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t talk, man was I ever choked, it took awhile and two ativan to calm me down enough just to speak. But when I found my voice I bet he’d wish I hadn’t, I began to freak right out, sob, scream, throw things. In my little rampage I kicked the ex out, I called the tech depts, scoured my help menus, drove myself nuts. I have some of my book on paper, what I had written by hand when I am not near my computer totaling about 1500 words that were already added and I have another 3000 that had not been entered yet, but only a small portion of that had been added already so just bits and pieces. The whole beginning is gone, a major scene is wiped out, so from the 3910 and minus the material that was in my notebook approx 1500 words, I guess all in all I lost close to 2400 words. I immediately sat down to try and recover some of the conversations from my jumbled mind , but then my support system came running, a neighbour brought a dubbie, a taxi brought me a bottle of rum, my girlfriend brought me her hugs and within an hour I was stoned and pissed drunk (rum tastes disgusting straight up). I was passed out by 11pm and off to lala land. So I guess I learned a very valuable lesson. Every time you save it, save it as a different name so that you will always have copies you can go back too in just such an emergence. All in all I lost 5 days worth of writing, allowed myself a mini crash, was reassured my friends will be there for me when I flip out, and even my daughter showed up in the morning to see if I was ok. So this week I intent to do less blogging and write my ass off until I am satified that I have recovered some of what I remember writing. AGGGHHHHH That’s all I have to say about that :oP~

LMAO,,, I just reviewed this and realized I wrote this when still a bit drunk. Please excuse my spelling errors. It seems I am unable to use a spell checker when intoxicated. Lala...