And not the good kind.
There were no sparks or explosions. It went pretty quietly although it hit me like a ton of bricks. My laptop bit the dust. The hard drive, I'm told. Everything on it, four years of data, personal and professional, gone. You hear about it happening to other people, but never think it will happen to you. You've heard it a million times, "Back-up. Back-up." And I did. Sort of. At the constant urging of Steve, who bought me one of those flash drive thingees, I did have all of my manuscripts, including the two I'm working on, backed up on that portable stick thing and also on his big computer. But it never occurred to me to back up character charts, time lines, future story ideas, proposals, reviews, promo projects . . . you get the picture.
It's been suggested by friends that maybe some data can be saved. Steve looked into that. Nope. Nothing is irreplacable, he told me, trying to ease my panic. If you really need a piece of information you can find it, somewhere. Then he took me shopping for a shiny new laptop the very same day (yesterday) so I wouldn't lose any writing time. What a guy, huh? I'm telling myself everything happens for a reason. Maybe I needed to de-clutter my life a bit. Maybe I needed a clean slate. I have my imagination and a zippy new laptop. What more does a writer need?
So here I sit this morning, blogging with Ethel. That's right. I named my laptop. I've never done that before. It just sort of happened. She's slick and fast and does some pretty cool tricks. She probably deserves a hipper name, but Ethel's what came to mind. We have big plans for the day, Ethel, my imagination, and me. We're going to crank out several pages on ROMANCING THE WEST, then I'm going to give her a rest while I watch some fireworks. The good kind.
Happy Fourth of July everybody!