Is this what happens when I blog about having nothing to write about? I now have something to write about?
It doesn't matter that this is something I don't want to write about. Because it's depressing and I could kick myself.
I'm usually very good at backing up my data. I usually send myself my WIP via e-mail every night I've worked on it. But did I do that Saturday? Sunday? Nope and nope.
I realize now that e-mailing my WIP isn't enough. I need to back up my whole stupid computer every night. And the thing is, it's not hard to do. My husband has all the computers sharing. All I had to do was copy and paste.
Last night, in the middle of a good flow of writing, my computer screen when BLACK. I thought I forgot to plug it in and the battery died. Nope. Not that lucky. Computer won't come on - at all. The thing is, it's only 17 months old. I might have done all that back-up stuff if I thought I was working on an older computer. But 17 months? Really?
Did I bring it on myself? Complain about not having anything to write about? Not backing up my data? Was Karma listening?
My computer goes in for repairs tomorrow. If they can't fix it, my husband believes he can pull the harddrive and retrieve all my data. I'm glad, but I have to wait. That's not easy for me, especially when I want to write my book. But I'll be patient. I don't want to have to re-write what I had (granted, I only had 14 pages or so - I know I passed the 4000 word mark), but if I have to, I will. The story will be told. It will just take me a little longer to get back to it.
So in the meantime, maybe I'll get some more blogging done. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! We'll see about that.