The offspring of a childless writer are her stories, phrases, poems future ideas that wait to be developed. Those all sat in the form of a word file on my external hard drive. Yesterday in a whirlwind of clicking and tears I discovered they were dead. The file I kept them safe in was clean, belching a corruption error message anytime I desperately clicked to find those files.
So here I sit, empty page before me angry at the sentence of this terrible fate. The ugly white page laughing at me. I start over.
Maybe a redo is not a bad thing. Fresh starts are something I have wanted in other areas of my life. I just never thought I would have to 'redo' my passion and love.
November 1st, Update-
The external hard drive is visiting the best techno genius I know. He is up to his armpits in digging out the files. The early report is that things are looking good and some files have already been found.
In my panic I have already started redrafting the outline for book two and the other 5 books I had started. Feeling a bit better about life.
Just got a call from the genius..after many intense hours, 5 different recovery programs he has recovered the files! My heart sings! It is like a child that has been found. Thank you, thank you!!!
Wow. I held my breath through this entire post. It is truly a writer's worst fear.
ReplyDeleteSo relieved for you.
- Lauren
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