The Annoyance of Wasted Effort

Lost Effort

I have wasted writing effort in many ways. I nominate as the most annoying way to waste one’s time writing the experience of completing a document, saving it multiple times along the way in a trusted way, and then having it mysteriously frozen, unable to open, from thenceforth, into perpetuity. I realize that this is far from the most disheartening writerly experience, but for a frustrating pesky irksome tiresome and pointless kind of waste, it is unparalleled. 

That’s why this post is not about what it is like to read too many books at a time.