I’m not sure if I posted anything about this, so I’ll just talk about it to cover my tracks.
On December 1, 2015, my stuff was stolen due to my carelessness. I forgot to lock my car door, and my laptop, flash drives, writing guides, camera, and tooth brush was stolen. What hurt the most was the stolen writing that I worked two years on.
It was devastating.
But I recovered.
Currently, I have a new laptop and two more flash drives (one containing some of the rough draft stories I wrote over the two year period).
For the past couple of days, I’ve been reading, editing, and proofreading these stories. Somehow, I’m working faster and more efficient than before, so I guess the setback wasn’t really a setback. In a strange way, by having my stuff stolen, it made me appreciate my work more than ever.
And I’ve noticed my work, my writing is getting better. I wish I had this mind when I left college. But hey, we live and learn, right?