Last night, I was so focused on my work that I didn’t notice my coffee cup steadily leaning over, and subsequently pouring itself onto my keyboard. When the “fizzlePOP!” sound happened, accompanied by the untimely demise of everything I have created in the last 3 years, all I could do is stare in abject horror at the black screen.
I looked down to my lap and it was also covered in coffee. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought “Wow. I can’t believe I was so focused I didn’t even feel it pouring down my leg”.
In slow-motion, I jumped up and turned the laptop upside down on my coffee table, hoping to drain it and minimize the damage. Drain it is an understatement… the coffee GLUGGED out of my poor deceased laptop, all over the table, which now was quite literally my ‘coffee table’.
I am left in the aftermath of my personal tragedy, feeling very much like the victim of a house fire. The place where I have now lived for the last three years is gone, as are all the memories within it. Letters, stories, pictures… about a million lists, story ideas, drafts of letters… I could go on and on.
The only things I had thought were important enough to back up on a little flash drive, were my works-in-progress. A paranormal novel I am working on, and a memoir piece. Somehow, the second book in my Rocket Girl series didn’t make it onto the flash drive. I was four chapters in.
I am not sure when or how I’ll be able to replace the laptop… but when I do, I promise you, I will back up everything.