Wednesday, August 19, 2020

I admit it

 My filing system is rubbish. 

It makes sense when I do it. It's only years later when I try to find an original document that I discover the flaws.

I'm currently planning to relaunch my first novel prior to the sequel and I want to make a couple of little adjustments but can I find the latest versions? Or remember how I created PDFs/embedded fonts/did any of the hundreds of other things that turn out to be necessary?

I would be so much more efficient if I took the time in the beginning to think ahead, plan, and file appropriately. 

But who can be bothered with that?

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Left-over curry for lunch to accompany my daily Welsh lesson. Simple veggie curry is a shade better than left-over mash, chilli beetroot, and rhubarb that I had one day last week.

15 minutes later

And what's more, formatting books makes me very very ratty.

6 comments:

Cop Car said...

Filing is an occult science. Thirty-nine years ago, my recently-hired secretary (with little observation of my habits) told me to keep my hands off of the files. If I needed to find something, she would do that; if something needed filing, I should give it to her. She took such good care of me that all of these years later I miss her.

Marie Smith said...

Good luck with the hateful job. I can never remember the system I used to organize things either.

Liz Hinds said...

That's what I need, CopCar!

It should be simple, shouldn't it, Marie?

Debra She Who Seeks said...

As Cop Car says, filing is indeed an occult science -- love that image!

PipeTobacco said...

Hah! I can at least take comfort in knowing I am not the only one! I lose documents ALL the time and it is so very frustrating..... electronic.... and paper. I spend a sizable chunk of my time searching.... and searching. And, sincerely... I too TRY to store logically.

PipeTobacco

Cop Car said...

When I was on travel (much of the time), I left Susan in charge of the office. She was only 21 years old, when hired, but she had a better head on her shoulders for running the office than did any of the engineers. In their defense, the engineers were all age 26 or younger. I, at age 43, was the eldest by far.