So, my laptop died. I took it to CompUSA, and grabbed what I could off it before the battery died – they can’t guarantee they won’t wipe your drive – but I didn’t get all of my writing. Not the pages and pages of quotes I collected so laboriously for my dad, nor the poems I secreted over the years at the rate of stalagmites. Not sure I have any other copies.
Is there a saint of writing, or language or creativity? Should I just go ahead and say a novena to my favoritest saint – St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes? Or should I hold off and save him for bigger worries that may come down the pike?