I'm sorry guys

[shaolina]

My computer just died on me. I had so much work in there, incluiding the next sporks and future posts for my other blog. I don't know when I'll post next if I can't fix it by tomorrow. If I loose my stories I'll feel like a boulder just fell on me. I was halfway into a story for a contest and I feel like puking. Sorry for not posting something more lively.

Those who care about the spork just either friend me or sing to my feed or something since I'm going to have to break my daily schedule. Again, I'm sorry guys.

Comments

[shaolina.livejournal.com]

Ah. Don't you have a bar that tells you when you've got mail? That's what I used to have.

Thanks, that would help me a bit. I have some of this stuff in notebooks and USBs. I can distract myself piecing together what I do have and try to fill in the blanks.

[zelda-queen.livejournal.com]

No, I have Verizon, which doesn't give any warnings.

Okay, sure. Shall I send it over now? Or is your computer still being fixed up?

[shaolina.livejournal.com]

My computer is not being fixed up, but we have lots of computers here. Which makes me surprised that my mother doesn't get my sudden grief. I had something to give tomorrow to get my dreamjob, hours I spent for a content chances are I won't enter, time I spent starting editing your work and her homework. I just riffed a movie and spork chapters and the computer died before I could save. I'm sad for the lost time and the words that I may not remember. I'm sorry if it sounds melodramatic, but that's how I feel. I can't even watch Monty Phyton.

[zelda-queen.livejournal.com]

Oh hun, be as melodramatic as you like. I know what it's like to lose work and that's a hard blow. The one comfort is that when you rewrite the things, you may not remember it all but there will surely be new stuff you never thought of before.

I'll find what I have of yours and send it over then.

[shaolina.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I feel a bit better. I did find an outline for dreams in my purple notebook.I'll see what I can do about From dust.

I may be a bit late with your work. My mom's computer is not good for editing.

[zelda-queen.livejournal.com]

I'm glad. The best of luck with it all!

Eh, don't worry about my work right now. ^^; I haven't even gotten the third story nailed down yet (still working on the possible suspects in the mystery aspect).

[shaolina.livejournal.com]

What? Does Bree get hit on the head with the Clue board game? XD Is this going to be a closed room mystery where Bree has to find the real culprit to prove the butler's innocence?

[zelda-queen.livejournal.com]

No. XD The story starts off with Bree's parents taking her to see a concert for the first time. When she goes to use the bathroom though, she's washing her hands when a dog wearing a dress and a feathered hat walks in, uses the sink, and leaves. She obviously can't ignore that, so she follows it out, to find that she's in a different concert hall. In this place, the patrons are all dogs, the musicians are all cats, and gerbils, hamsters, rabbits, and guinea pigs are all the various waiters, servants, bouncers, etc.

As the various performances go on, a thief sneaks into the expensive box seating and steals some valuable jewels from the Dolphin of France. The theater goes into lockdown until the crime is solved and Bree joins in the search. After all, she must get back before her parents notice she's gone and scold her for running off.