KILL KILL KILL
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?