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"I woke up and the air tasted like snow. The frost was white on the grass, but the places where sun shone through the breaks in the tree leaves left patches of green on the lawn.  The air was bright, as if it were summer, but the winter chill nipped at any exposed skin, reminding you that the days of August were far behind you, and the cold seeped through your skin and into your bones no matter how many layers you had on.

This was how I knew our house had a ghost."

A short anecdote:

Last Tuesday, I was up pretty late trying to churn out a rough draft for my ghosts story. It was being stubborn, but I yanked and tugged until it was in a jumbled mess all over my page. Throwing my hands in the air in exasperation (metaphorically, of course-- not sure anyone actually throws their hands up in exasperation), I decided to just go to bed.

When I dragged myself out of bed the next morning and got out my computer, I saw that it wouldn't turn on.

What.

After repeatedly pressing the power button, my computer finally turned on.

First thought: "Aw no, all my firefox tabs closed, dang iiiiiiit"

Second thought: "Oh no oh no oh no oh no I forgot to save my YA story oh no oh no oh no" etc etc.

Moral of the story: Save often, because your computer might randomly stop working for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

I left for school on my rusty old bike (at least I assume it's rust-- the seat won't move at all) thinking about how I had to rewrite that whole thing. It was particularly cold outside, and I was so grumpy. What was I going to write?

My first YA story (the one I lost) was not coming together at all. Not even the beginning paragraph, which is the part of the story that comes easiest to me. I felt like I was literally wrestling with my brain (yeah, literally) for this story. And now I had to write it again?

So, I ditched it.

And I'm much more excited about this new story. So much more that I started this post out with the first few lines of said new story.

Moral of the story: Don't save that often?