I had 1500 words. My word processing program ate them all. I'm thinking this is a sign from the PTB that I should rework the direction of pt 2 of "Idolon."

And, also: that ackward moment when you're writing a gay sex scene in the living room and your father sits down next to you.
the most recent file is corrupted beyond belief. cant even open it. the file from the night before is accesible, but is only 450 words. I decided a complete restart would be best, as I'd reservations about the direction it was going anyway,
>>reservations about the direction it was going anyway,<<

Ah, in this case it's still pretty unpleasant but not a catastrophe. The second version might turn out more satisfying for you. :-)