In which I lose my brain...quite literally

I feel like an amputee at present so you must excuse me. Y'see, before leaving my house to be gallivanting and campaigning for a month, I put my USB card somewhere Safe.

*ahem*

Yes, notice I said "Safe?" 

Yeah.

Well, truth be told, I can't find my USB card now that I come home. The Not-Me's of the previous month must have moved it, or else I put it too safely away for my own good. I am a dangerous woman after all. ;) In order to alert you to the importance of this USB card, you must understand that it literally is my brain.

It holds The Scarlet Gypsy Song...

It holds Fly Away Home...

It holds Scuppernong Days...

...at least it didn't have its talons in Cottleston Pie. I have not exhausted all possible nooks-and-crannies yet, and I mean to rule out those possibilities ASAP. Because as an author, I feel like a mother whose triplets have just been kidnapped. Here's hoping I find the card soon...that would be a royal riot, wouldn't it?--having to rewrite all those long months of hard work. (If I could even recreate it all, which I very much doubt. :P) I'm sure I'll find the card...but I'd better get looking, hadn't I?