For me, Monday mornings are unlike the rest of the week. I find them stilted, sleepy, and full of resistance. It's good that Wade and I have conference calls first thing, or there would often be little motivation to put warm feet onto cold floors.
But this is a Monday morning for the books... I went to open the script to hammer out some thoughts on a scene deep in Act II and found that the script is gone.
Yep. The lovely electronic file is no longer where I had it. In fact, it's not anywhere.
And, of course, that structure is replicated on my back-up disk.
At least there's a paper copy... but there's nothing worse than having to retype and format sixty pages in script software I can hardly navigate.
Is it too late to go back to bed and start over?