Column: Don’t forget to hit save

It’s Wednesday already.

But it feels like a Monday.

That day had the usual meetings and duties.

You feel like you have a handle on the usual items. Going down south to the Clear Fork Valley. Caring for the kids (Brownie, Carousel and Barack), canine and feline.

Then you set about writing actual stories.

Because you think you’ve gotten so advanced in skills (copying, pasting, the rest required on a computer) you do all that.

Then, you discover the type size isn’t right.

This is such an annoying thing to discover,

Somehow, the typeface got converted to Calibri something. Not my choice.

I prefer Times New Roman, set at 14. It is so much more readable.

So I do the required thing. That’s what you do if you’re a person who really thinks they know what they’re doing.

I highlight all the story, not a short one. Then I punch in the conversion icon to turn it all into the right typeface.

Well. Not my day.

My very nimble fingers actually erased everything that had been written.

All of it.

I was now counting up to several stories.

What to do?

A smart person takes a break.

It was time, I decided, to work on something else.

How about paying bills?

That’s one of my favorites.

I do most of that online, so I accomplished that task. And, in this case, I didn’t hit anything wrong.

I paid attention to postings on Facebook. I don’t like that site much, because it can set up a naïve person to get hacked. But many times it is so convenient.

I have partially weaned myself from that seductive site, because I have found that photos have been posted by others.

And, wouldn’t you know it, the photos are not the most flattering.

Calmed down, I set down to recreate my very thoughtful prose.

You can always go back and redo things, but that doesn’t mean the second effort will be as good as the first.

But you do it. Onward.

Then you check to see if you have correct spellings, identifications. Is there anything you can add?

Seems like you have done all the digging possible.

All of this a great reminder.

Don’t punch in the wrong thing.

Don’t forget to save something.

Spouse John Hyde wrote a biography, very lengthy, of Henry Wallace. He had an office at home, where he labored every day for 10 years.

He wrote and wrote and the editors at W.W. Norton in New York City told him to cut.

He did. And rewrote.

But one day he forgot to save an entire chapter he had redone.

That meant doing it over,

He did it. The book lived and got printed in both hardback and paperback.

No mean accomplishment for a journalist turned book writer.