I just wrote a nice little piece, a Raymond Chandler-ish noir sf thing, which seemed to be going somewhere. Then I go for a cup of tea, and when I get back my crappy computer has crashed. I hadn't saved it of course, and I don't have the motivation to try and rewrite it. Well, you could say I won't do that again, I mean not saving it. For the next two weeks or so. Damn.