I probably
don't do it as much as I should, but every week or so, I try to save everything
I've written onto a jump drive. I know that there are other fancier ways to
back up your work, but this is the system that works for me. On occasion, just
to be sure, I've e-mailed things to myself as another way of saving them. I
rarely resort to printing anything out anymore – seems a waste of paper - but
sometimes things need to be printed for posterity.
Imagine spending hours on a project, pouring your heart and soul and
back into it, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time - perhaps
only hours -before your work would be erased, destroyed forever.
Last
Sunday, I went to Chalkfest just down the road from where I live. What
masterpieces of art these people have drawn on the sidewalk. What talent. And
patience. And all it's going to take is a little shower, or a hundred
footsteps, and that work of art will be gone. Amazing.
And because of stupid Blogger and whatever the world it does with my writing with the white spaces, I was going to scrap this entire post. See, I could be a chalk-drawer after all.
