When I was about a chapter into writing SLAMMED, I thought perhaps this stupid idea of mine was turning out to be a book after all. I hadn’t backed it up in any way and I was using one of those mini-laptops that made my hand hurt because the keyboard was so tiny. I told my mom I was writing a book and needed to use her laptop. Then I went to the store to buy a USB thingy to back my book up to so I wouldn’t lose it. I had just finished writing the part about the Darth Vader house shoes when whaddaya know? They had a tiny little Darth Vader usb drive. He cost me $18, but he was worth every penny. So, throughout writing the book, I carried the headless Darth Vader around with me everywhere I went. He was very loyal. He was my best friend. In truth, he was my FATHA….
Last night, he died.
He was stuck in the port on my laptop when I knocked it over and it landed right on Darth, crushing him into three different pieces. Both SLAMMED and POINT OF RETREAT were stowed away inside of him. Luckily, I had learned from my good friend Jason to always email yourself a copy any time you make changes. So the manuscripts aren’t lost, but Darth Vader is dead…and that makes me sad.
On a more positive note, I’ve brought out the inner Avett fan of at least TWO people today! :) Ain’t that right, Jenny and Lori?