8.258. Word Prison

So, I just got more than three quarters of the way through a novel rewrite that is due by the 29th. I got a little nervous about this being on a single word file and decided to back it up. This is when my world collapsed. See, suddenly I don’t have permission to access my file or the backups I just created of the file. I’m going to see what I can do to fix this, but the central idea is that word is trash and has entirely failed me. Perhaps I grew too used to google docs and this sort of angry vengeance seeking behavior is what naturally happens when you go back to the old. Regardless, I don’t want to be in a position where I need to rewrite the entirety of what I just did (quite well, I may add) in 6 days. Some of those days are holidays, mind you. I don’t have time for this madness. My goal was to finish by Tuesday, get it in early and feel good about myself, my effort, and my choices.

All of that could go up in smoke if I don’t find a way to fix these damned files…