For the better part of the last two years, I've been gathering notes, collecting sketches, and forming the foundation of what I thought was a major revision of my next book on the topic of psionics.
It would seem that the very universe that allowed for the creation of those notes had been keeping close tabs and had deemed what I was creating to be in need of a purge and rebirthing. This message came in the form of my notes and laptop, where I thought I had backups safe and sound, to be committed to the ethers.
My notes, sketches, and drawings? Mistaken for newspapers/junk paper for the recycling bin. What was the basis for my book is now happily composting somewhere. I'm greatly chagrined by that thought.
My electronic copies on my laptop have likewise been literally washed away. One moment, my laptop was safe, the next, it was laying quite peacefully underwater, in a nearby coin fountain.
Seriously, the forces that be, could have taken a less costly approach to sending me their editing. However, I suppose the small delays and other things that caused the book to be delayed had been them being more subtle with their message and such subtle warnings had been missed or ignored.
So, for the last few weeks, I've been rebuilding from scratch.
I can only hope that my next "draft" will pass muster and will see the light of day.