Shaken & Stirred: Just So You Know

December 11, 2007

Just So You Know

If you are a Scrivener user and your dog accidentally (one hopes) deletes the climactic chapter of your much-slaved-over novel while you're revising by hitting her big old nose on the delete button, all is not lost. It's in the Trash folder. Along with everything else you've ever deleted. Do not empty the trash.

Ever.

Posted at 04:50 PM in Nattering | Permalink

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Don't protect the (allegedly) innocent! Which dog did it?

Posted by:Jackie M. | December 11, 2007 at 07:50 PM

Emma!

Puck's nose is much smaller (though capable of similar dirty tricks).

Posted by:Gwenda | December 11, 2007 at 10:01 PM

I guess I knew it was Emma from the telltale "her"... still, when there's funny business afoot, I prefer to name names.

Posted by:Jackie M. | December 12, 2007 at 06:57 PM

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