So, the other day I was kvetching about writing on the road and how little actually gets done, I did, in fact, get some work done on the planes yesterday. I’ve remarked before how airplane travel, with its associated miseries, actually inspires good work from me. All my life, the more bored and unhappy I am, the better the writing I do is.
Then, of course, after knocking down a few thousand words on the plane and feeling like a genius, I had a mishap with the computer and the thumb drive and, yep, didn’t save any of it.
After the Sky Marshals released me from restraints and sent me back to my seat with a stern warning, I sat weeping for a while. I wept all the way home, which may have something to do with the speeding ticket and accident. And then, a miracle! I sat down later that not and re-wrote the section, and goddamn if it wasn’t better.
This doesn’t happen often, to me. Usually lost work is always enshrined in my memory as superior. I’ve written and lost some award-winning scenes, bubbas. Usually when I sit down to re-create them, they are pale imitations. Not this time! This time I actually came out on top. IT’S A XMAS MIRACLE!
Look for the HallMark Original Movie next year: The Alcoholic Writer Has A Good Day. Hopefully this will inspire a series of Alcoholic Writer feel-good movies. I could play myself!