I dropped my laptop on Friday. It's been in the shop ever since, as the techs try to recover my files, photos, music. In short--my entire business. I have a backup hard drive. I hadn't plugged it in for more than a month, but thank God I have that much. Stupid. After more than 15 years of working on computers, I certainly know better. After this, there will be onsite and offsite backup mechanisms so this can never happen again. They tell me they'll be able to recover most of the data. The good news yesterday--after four long days of waiting--is the data is there to be recovered. Huge sigh of relief. Of course, I've got a lot of crap on that computer so it's taking forever to recover it. No idea when I'll get it back.
In the meantime, I'm improvising. I wrote a ton over the weekend in old-school pen-and-paper style. My daughter showed me last night that I can dictate what I wrote via Siri on my iPhone and she will do the typing for me. After some cleanup, voila. Three books in progress, their fate now in question as I wait to hear how much or how little I'll get back from the old hard drive. I have no one to blame but myself for being stupid and careless about this kind of thing. I've had five long days to think about how it will never happen to me again.
Don't let it happen to you. Backup. Everyday. I will from now on.
