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Thursday, June 26, 2003So, my first implement of writing was an electric typewriter. I bought it, half my savings, half a present from my parents, on Bono's birthday. Darned if I can remeber what day it was, but at the time, 13 or 14 I was, Bono's birthday was a memorable thing. May, perhaps? Eventually I got a word processor...dirt cheap, it had a small blue and white screen attached to it, a hand's width wide. It had small weird disks that I over bought on because they didn't hold much and they were no longer being stocked. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep it fixed...the repairman drenched it in hot glue and it was done forever. My grandfather bought me a new one, with a seperate monitor just like a real computer. It took normal disks....just dd, no High Density. I eventually rode that thing to the ground, working through college and all that. So a couple years ago I got a computer. This one. It's heaven, really, to have a computer. It's still a weird miracle...something I celebrate every day. So, the point is, the word processor...the last one, with the DD disks, couldn't hold much at a time. After all, it didn't have a hard drive. So I would divide my books, in this case Balancing Act, into small peices I called chapters. (That's how I divided up my chapters...when I started running out of room, I made a chapter ending and a new file, kept going.) And one time, when I took my book and did the final draft, printing out one chapter at a time, I saved chapter seven over chapter 6. A year later, when I got a *computer* and could have my book in *one* file, (you have no idea how much easier that makes things...unless, well, you had a PWP too.) I didn't notice, I just cut and pasted it into the file. So, in short, I've been trying to sell a manucript with two chapter 7's. So think of that when you're feeling like a loser. Ought to make you feel better. :) Permalink Cindy scribed this at 7:32 PM 0 comments |