I have thrown up my hands and walked away from the computer twice today. This last time I did it because the computer thought it would be a good idea to rename the drives, and then told me it couldn’t find any of my music because the G drive had mysteriously become the H drive. Apparently my computer has previously nicknamed my printer the G drive, so when I turned my printer on for the first time since adding the external hard drive to the family it remembered that the printer existed, shuffled everything down one step, and the poor hard drive got bumped. I tried turning the printer off and restarting the computer, but no luck.

So it came down to renaming my drives, or rebuilding the media library again. I chose option B, because I’ve done it before and nothing blew up.

But before I restarted it, I practised the cello some more to calm myself down and change my headspace. Spiegel im Spiegel! Go me!

Yet still, no actual new words in the book. It seems to be either feast or famine when it comes to actual production these days. It’s a low-energy day and I’m trying to cut myself some slack, but it’s hard when the deadline is muttering in the distance and I have to handle those pregnancy copy-edits next week or the week after that. I’ve been listlessly reading through the existing document today, trying to find something that my brain jumps on and wants to expand. Recipes. I should do recipes. Right. That is what I will do for the next hour, before HRH and the boy get home.