Dec 27th: Laptop dead. Age 8 months. Brought it in to repair shop. A few hours later, they confirmed the death. No way it should have died that early. Still, everything backed up. Happy to start writing in Jan.
Dec 28th: Fight with laptop company, Samsung, began. They said I broke it, I said, no. Still smug I had everything backed up.
Dec 29th: Wonderful day with family. No need to rush the writing. I can start in Jan.
Dec 30th: Football day. Missed my laptop. Usually, I’d watch football and FB with friends or look up weird facts on the internet or download videos of cute dogs. Monday, dammit, Monday, I’ll begain the massive rewrite.
Dec 31st: Great. Just great. The files I’d saved and backed up so carefully, three of them were corrupted. 3 full files of writing. Bad enough the laptop died, but to actually have data corrupted as well? Not a good moment. At first I feared it might be as much as 150 pages lost. Went into fetal position. All of December’s work. Gone. Didn’t much feel like celebrating the New Year.
Jan 1st: Looked up and tried everything to retrieve data. No luck. My only hope was that they can salvage something from the laptop, but if all that’s on there is the same corrupted data, then I’ve really lost the last part of my book, the awesome battle scenes, the epic sacrifice, the kiss that almost was, all gone. Spent a lot of time thinking I was stupid for not checking the files earlier, for not having early versions backed up (which may be on the dead computer, I hope, I pray.)
Jan 2nd: New Day. Like any loss, you eventually get around to acceptance. I’ll bring in the computer tomorrow, but for today, began the task of rewriting the parts of my book I could save, and if the rest can’t be retrieved, I will try my best to write even better awesome scenes of awesomeness. No way I’ll be able to get a completed book done by Feb 5th, but that shouldn’t stop me from getting a bit beyond the first draft. Likely rewriting what I’ve already written will take me a good 10-12 days, and then rewriting what needs to be rewritten, another month or so.
The lesson here, for me, don’t give up. Make mutliple time-line backups and make use of cloud-like technology and hey, print the damn stuff out, paper cannot be corrupted. Foolishly, I trusted that saving then backing up would be enough. The truth is, it should have been, but that loss is worth taking another few steps to make sure I never, ever lose anything this important again.