Finding Things

When cleaning my apartment to make way for some new furniture this weekend, I found something.

About 15 months ago, I had lost a memory card that I used for recording my manuscripts. I had lost about 85 pages of a first draft of the third Adams book, forcing me to regroup and start a different project instead. I’ve not really regained my footing since.

But when pulling out my recliner to move it to the dumpster, I found the card, lying in the middle of where the chair used to be.

So I guess the adage is true – you’ll find something only when you stop looking for it.

The upshot of all this is this: in addition to having some great additions to my apartment, furniture-wise, I have recovered some of my old files, including what I need to get the Mike Adams series back on track. All in all, it was a good weekend.