For days, I’ve been searching for the notes that would enable me to put together an outline and proposal for a third Coventry novel. Normally, losing such notes would not be a big deal, because everything would be in my mental filing cabinet. But throughout the last year of upheaval, loss, and physical pain (often requiring drugs that impacted my reasoning and memory skills), I found that I had to write stuff down as I was thinking it because I couldn’t sustain a long-running inner dialogue about anything.
I recall the general details of my plot. What I’m really most frustrated about losing is my character names. Each of them was chosen deliberately to help me remember key physical and emotional traits about them. I also had a very detailed timeline set up based on a lot of research.
It’s maddening to start from scratch, but it’s all I can do.
When something like that happens to me, I invariably find it 2 days/weeks after I’m finished redoing it.
I know that experience well.
Did you look behind the milk? Sorry, that’s all I got… perhaps if you take one of those old pain meds, your brain will go back to the space it was in when you hid your notes…
Or, if I took one of my old pain meds, I just wouldn’t give a damn. Score!
Hahahahahaaa! Good call.
Oh, NO! Say it isn’t so.
Hopefully these will help you out:
Jason Stark — dashing young politician
Eulalie Fulsom — silly senior neighbor
Clayton Frizbee, Jr — lovable ne’er-do-well
Hasbrook Wilborn — shifty real estate agent
Peter Elliot Xavier — gay personal trainer nicknamed PEX
Margo Dunlap — the other woman
Question of the day … when it comes to trashy romance novels, would a jockstrap ripper be the gay equivalent of a bodice ripper?
Now didn’t that cheer you up?
Or a codpiece ripper?
This I do not know.
That was going to ne my suggestion. Master of Seacliff fits that bills quite nicely. There’s a coupel of others by MJ Pearson, I think, that might also based on the covers, but I haven’t read them.
That sort of turns me on … in a medieval way, but I was thinking of something more in the Greg Herren manner.
Apparently it’s called a “breeches ripper.” However, I think that’s for historical gay romance. I think jockstrap ripper would work for contemporary romance 🙂
LOL … very interesting. I sort of liked Becky’s “codpiece ripper” which would be medieval gay romance, but I’m more into hysterical contemporary gay romance.
I’m really sorry to hear this. How frustrating.
I don’t trust my memory to retain stuff, so I tend to write everything down. There’s that Chinese saying that I once heard that goes, “The palest ink is better than the best memory.” For me, at least, this is true.
It’s obviously getting truer for me, too.
That sucks, Becky! Good luck with redoing it/finding them.
Thank you. =)
Major bummer, I am so sorry to hear you misplaced all your notes!
Thanks. I’d blame menopause, but I’m only thirty-five. 😉
Oh this reminds me when I was playing Trivial Pursuit one night and I couldn’t remember the Japanese Police Officer from Barney Miller name.. We were playing with a jerk who wouldn’t read off the correct answer. At three am that morning I woke up from a dead sleep and remembered so I called him and said “YAMANA his name was YAMANA!” Which is just my way of saying is that it will explode out of your brain … most likely when you can’t write it down.
Doesn’t it make you crazy when you remember something long after the fact? This could be the sole reason Google exists.
What I’m really most frustrated about losing is my character names. Each of them was chosen deliberately to help me remember key physical and emotional traits about them.
OK, let me help:
Skinny Bulemiosa
Rage McStabbya
Anita Paxil
Ivana Kissenhug
John Smith
John Smith sounds hot.
As his name suggests, he is the John Smithiest. 😉
ACK! That’s happened to me before, it’s so frustrating! Now I keep a pad and pen in my car (and in my bag at all times) so I can scribble a note if a thought pops into my head.
argh. I lost something a couple weeks ago, both in digital and paper form. I could not fathom how I managed that. Luckily, someone reminded me of Google Desktop and it magically appeared when repeated Microsoft searches yielded nothing. Maybe they’ll invent Google Compound which will tell you where in your house your notes are.