Rainy Days and Mondays

Okay, so Monday sucked. It rained all day, which is good for our environment and for the ski lodges, but meant I lived all day in the gloom.

Then I got bad news— not about me, but about a friend. Which put a huge damper on the day.

And then I fired up the computer and started work and discovered that everything I’d written on Sunday— yeah, we writers work weekends— it all had just vanished. And because I was pressed for time I hadn’t backed it up! I wasted an hour trying to find a .temp file somewhere that might contain some of the writing, but failed. Ran System Mechanic, and discovered that the Windows Directory had 43 errors.

I’d like to believe that Windows is at fault rather than me. I’m having a hard time believing that I wrote for a couple hours without once backing up the file, and then when I closed out for the day, clicked the “do not save changes” button. I’m more professional than that, I’d like to think. (Though some days I’m not.)

It could have been worse. Once I lost a whole novel to a computer glitch, both the original and the two backups. But that was in the days of DOS 1.1.