Before Coffee: Flopping
June 14, 2016 § 1 Comment
Had a busy weekend, which extended into Monday. No new words in the novel, but knocked a few stress-causing things off the list, so I’m okay with that.
I found a—I’m going to say “treasure trove,” but “box of raw sewage” is probably more appropriate—in the form of 20 or so 3.5″ diskettes recently. For those of you too young to know what a 3.5″ diskette looks like, it’s this:
Yes, it looks just like the Save icon. Also, although many people call it a “three and a half inch disk,” it was originally called a “diskette” because it replaced the larger 5.25″ floppy disks, which looked like the blue thing on the left:
And yes, that’s the actual storage medium visible in that gray oval, and if you touched it you would fuck up your data. Which is why some genius added a sliding metal protector to the 3.5″ diskettes. And also gave them a hard plastic shell; the 5.25s were literally floppy, and if you bent them or creased them, it would also fuck up your data.
Here endeth the history lesson, youngsters.
My pile of diskettes were tucked away in the back of a closet, and I found them because I went looking for the first novel I completed.
(I’m using “completed” loosely, here; it was revised several times and has a beginning, a middle, and an ending, but it probably needs serious revision before it can be considered truly “complete.”)
The novel was among them, but I also found old short stories, a couple of aborted novels I’d forgotten about, and several disks of photos. I jumped on Amazon and found a plug-and-play drive for the ancient things, which I bought. It’s mind-numbingly slow (were floppies always this slow?), but I’ve been able to recover some of those odious old stories. The photo disks seem to be corrupt, but I’m wondering if the drive just can’t handle them or what; it seems odd that all of the disks with photos would be corrupted, while none of the disks with text files gave me problems.
The first novel was as bad as I thought it was. It might be salvageable enough to put on Amazon as a 99 cent ebook, or maybe I’ll serialize it here a chapter at a time, just for shits and giggles. Mostly shits.
In other news, something yesterday triggered a massive allergy attack. My nose won’t stop running, eyes watering constantly, and Claritin, Sudafed, and Rhinocort have all failed me. Has science perfected the head transplant yet, and if so, can I have a new one?