You can do it put your back into it, I can do it put your ass into it...

I’m going to admit, I’ve been a bit demoralized since the whole manuscript deletion thing.  Granted, I’ve recovered most of it, but it’s like I’ve been scared to touch it since.  My attitude towards it lately has been pretty “blah,” and my motivation just…sort of evaporated.

Something happened last night that helped perked me up.  A friend of mine—someone I’ve known for 25 years—asked me for help writing a paper.  At that point, it was like I had suddenly reverted back to my juvenile good ol’ days.  And I realized, this is something that I’ve always helped people with.  Throughout high school, college, and even in the office environment, I’ve been the reviewer.  The beta-reader.  The editor.  And occasionally—*cough*—the actual author of other people’s homework assignments >.>

Basically, this incident reinforced that I can write.  It’s what I’m good at.  People come to me for help with writing, because they know I can do it.  This also made me realize that even if I’d somehow not been able to recover the manuscript, I could have re-written the entire thing and actually made it better the second time around.  Not that I’d want to do all that, but I know I have that capability.

So what’s the point?  The point is that I need to get my ass back to work and pump out this goddamn story.  The Writers’ Conference is next month, and I don’t want to show up completely empty-handed.