Today, I lost my log of writing ideas. ย It was an ongoing list I’d been adding to since September, and before I lost it, it had over 40 items.
Never mind how I lost it. ย All I know is that it’s irrecoverable. ย Not only that, but I also lost all of my recent dream logs, which I’d been planning to use as well.
I’ve been pessimistic about writing lately. ย It’s depressing to admit, but for the past week, these notes and logs were the only thing that made me feel like I had some place to go with my writing. ย Because my work in my notebook and book draft has been so discouraging, the only hope I had was in the 40+ ideas I could still rekindle.
It might not be as bad as losing a notebook or manuscript, but it’s still a heavy blow. ย I could probably re-log at least half of those ideas from memory, but some of those items were drafted sentences and paragraphs, and those I know I can’t recall verbatim.
I know looking back only hinders progress, but it’s hard not to when you’ve lost a bank of seven months’ worth of inspiration.
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