Things are looking a bit grim for this chick. For the past year, I’ve been under the impression that my power cord was shot. Last night, 3 power cords and a trip to Radio Shack later, it’s looking like the problem is not the cord, but my computer itself. Unfortunately, the infernal machine is holding about 2/3 of my book hostage because I, of course, failed to back any of my files up elsewhere. (Which I honestly thought I had done.) So now the frantic search for hidden files begins. Between my editor and digging through my emails, I’ve managed to find several chapters. I know (or at least hope) that worst case, I can have the hard drive recovered to get the rest, but I’m really REALLY hoping it won’t come to that. Aside from being what I imagine to be a costly task, at that point I’ll have to face the need to buy a new computer—the thought of which makes my stomach queasier than that nachos and ice cream I gorged on for supper last night in an effort to drown my frustrations.
Lesson learned for this gal: Back up your stinking files! In more than one place.