Autosave: ON

Anytime I’ve gotten a new computer, and installed writing software (Your Words and your Final Drafts) I always forget to set the autosave to “On”, because for some baffling reason – and I don’t know if this is just me – the default is always “Off”.

Which I always forget, and always find out the hard way.

Today I lost four pages of work… By doing the stupid, “Oh, I’ll just switch these scenes around and… no that doesn’t work, I’ll just close the window and re-open it and… oops.”

I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Anyway… While other writers blogs help people with “structure” or “arc” or “character development” I like to be more practical.

Make sure your autosave is on.


Distracted by the Evil Pets

I was supposed to go into CBC today to sit behind Joe and read a magazine while he mixed our latest masterpiece… But Joe’s at home tending to a sick child.

So, I’ve been sitting at my desk all day with a pounding headache (stress or the air pressure, who knows at this point) staring at my computer… Trying to work…

Days like this are torture.

I’m not working on anything specific, just a few outlines and I’m trying to finish a dirty draft of this stupid screenplay…

I get distracted.

First, I stare at my thinning hair in the webcam… And read about all the various baldness cures… (I do this every day. I’m pretty much resolved to letting nature take it’s course, but every day I hope a new cure will be found. They won’t announce it in the papers, it’s information will be buried deep within the bowels of the interweb… only to be found and used by those geeky enough to know where to look…)

Then I read all the papers. It’s nice to see a Canadian newspaper has finally written a piece about Chaperone heading to London… only four days after it was announced.

Then I surf… and surf… and surf… I read about British model, Keeley Hazell’s sex tape hitting the internet. So I spend about 30 seconds tracking down the video (find it yourself… pervs) and I can’t help but notice that for a model who is famous for posing topless, there is a surprising lack of toplesness in the sex tape.

I spend a few minutes e-mailing this hilarious observation to my friends.

Then I try to get some more work done.

But then, the ultimate distraction. I look down, and there are the pets. Staring at me. I don’t know what the hell they want, but I’m pretty sure their intentions are evil.

I mean…


And then I spend an hour taking the picture, editing the picture and finally writing this post.

Which by this point is the most productive thing I’ve done all day, but it’s also the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

I debate deleting it, but then I’d have nothing to show for my day… Which is really sad.

I go back to look at my thinning hair in the webcam.

Actual work = 1.5 pages
Time wasted = 5 hours and counting


neck sprain – day 5

i feel like million dollar baby. except for the boxing thing, and the realizing my potential thing… unless i have realized my potential, then that’s really sad.

wait.. was million dollar baby about realizing your potential? i can’t remember, i fell asleep part way through… it was about boxing, then she sprained her neck, like me… or something, maybe it was more serious than that… oh sorry, spoilers.

but yeah, million dollar baby… did you see crash? that was about racism. million dollar baby: neck injuries… equally maudlin.

there’s something about having to lie down for several days straight that really makes you feel miserable. i don’t know what it is… if it’s the constant pain, or feeling totally useless… but holy crap, do i want clint eastwood to come over and put me out of my misery… sorry, spoilers again.

anyway, if anything good is coming out of this, it’s that i’ve been getting some work done… sort of… it’s mostly in my head, because I can’t sit at the computer for very long… and writing with a pen hurts my neck.

that reminds me, you know what else hurts my neck?


oh, I forgot to mention – i hurt my neck.



pain in the neck

on saturday i was at the gym, on the exercise bike, when i went to wipe my forehead with a towel and a little “ping!” went off in my neck.

i’ve been in bed since then. i can barely move my head.

now, normally this would be a dream come true… lying around all day…

but i’m getting sick of staring at the ceiling.

seriously, this sucks ass.

to use my laptop, i’ve got it propped up over my head, and typing is a bit of a feat… (to really hit this point home, i’m excluding the use of capitol letters, so it will seem as if i am in such agonizing pain, i can’t even hit the shift key)

(except to make brackets)

i curse my neck. i curse it!

i’m glad i bought the classic 39 episodes of the honeymooners last week… i’ve burned through most of them.

audrey meadows (alice) should have been a bigger star than lucy, if you ask me. talk about deadpan. that woman had talent.

and she was foxy to boot.

i think i’m going a little squirrely here.