I'm currently right in the middle of a crisis. I worked hard last night, and made some revisions to my current WIP that flowed so well. And then...
IT DIDN'T SAVE!
I didn't notice until this afternoon, because this morning I went back over a different part of the WIP and didn't think to check the end - why would I?
I actually felt sick when I realised. And then I sobbed - proper they-cancelled-Firefly sobbing. I shared my anguish on Facebook, because I needed immediate sympathy, and the dog just looked confused by the noise. Isn't Facebook fantastic for that kind of thing? My dear friends said just the right things.
I've been struggling with this novella for quite a while, and yesterday just seemed to work. I'd written the scenes out longhand, but then changed them as I went along, moving sections around so the story made more sense. And now, I can't remember a single thing.
I'm writing this post because every time I look at the WIP I want to cry all over again. This chapter is now going to be very different to how it was yesterday, which will have a knock-on effect on the ending. All the problems I'd figured out yesterday are now right back where they always were, and I have no idea how I solved them. I wish I had a photographic memory - it would be so useful right now.
Sometimes, writing isn't fun...