I Know It's Here Somewhere

I started writing a novel a couple years ago when I was house-sitting and opening the door for Geri the Cat in Halibut Cove.  I had reams and reams of research and several books for reference.  I printed out pages and pages for editing and proofreading.

Then I put it aside for a while to let it cool and mature while I considered the next chapter.

I thought I'd get it out, see if it's as promising as I thought it was or if it stinks like five day old fish.  Now I can't find it, either in electronic or printed form.

What little I found on this computer is written in the first person.  I could have sworn I wrote it in the third person.

The plot's still in my head, the only fiction plot I've every been able to conjure up that's capable of sustaining a full length novel.  Because of that, my first-born plot, I consider it a goodie.

Now, where the heck did I put that first draft, what there was of it?  Wouldn't that be something?  Write a potential best seller and then lose it?

Y'all will never know how close you came to being able to say, "Well, I used to read her blog way back when she was a nobody wannabe writer...."