...decided that my fingers tapping away on the keyboard was an invitation to jump in my lap and give writing a try of his own.
I don't know what he did, but Word opened a couple of extra windows...and closed out the one I was working in.
No horrible loss, I'd only tapped out about 1200 words and they were not great, so it was only an evening's worth of work. I poked his bony ass and made him move, closed out the extra windows, and opened the directory to where the manuscript is saved.
I opened the file...
...and nothing. Nothing since November 2nd.
Buddah managed to delete about 7,500 words worth of work. I was already behind on NaNo, now I'm really behind.
I was mad for about 15 seconds, and not at Buddah; he didn't do it on purpose, and I should have saved it to more than once source, like I did the first 1500 words, the ones I still have, in a cloud file.
Rather than throw the laptop across the room, I put it down, fed the cats 20 minutes early, eyed the booze in the fridge, and then decided the hell with it. What I'd written was nowhere near what I intended in the first place, and there are still 3 weeks left in NaNo. I've written a hell of a lot more than 50,000 words in less time before.
So it's a challenge.
I start over.