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I had an interesting morning.  Early this morning I sat down at my computer to write and realized that my computer had eaten, or I had deleted, ten pages that I wrote yesterday.

Ten pages is a lot.  I tried various data recovery efforts.  The bkups that I had emailed to myself while writing were all incomplete: They only contained the first half of the first page.  Something must have been corrupted.  For about an hour I couldn’t really do anything except visualize skulls exploding.  Then I punched things for a little while, then I bellowed for a bit.  The neighbors probably thought it was Manson Family redux over here.  Then I practiced a bit of self-hypnosis or at least tried to, and then I sat down and took some Adderall and started rewriting the entire fucking ten pages.  I’m five pages in right now.

This isn’t as bad as the boyfriend of someone I know, who was writing a novel for about a year when his apartment got broken into and his laptop stolen.  He hadn’t backed the thing up anywhere–incredibly…stupidly.  But still I am intensely sympathetic.

Anyway, the period of rage is over now, and I am just rewriting, and making sure the backups are complete (and using a flash drive).  I’m just taking a little break.  Ever lost anything huge?  Did you rewrite?

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