Saved

I had a scare last night—a big scare. While hurrying to save my new manuscript and vacate Starbucks before they locked me in (would that really be a bad thing?), I pulled out the jump drive from my laptop a touch too fast.

When I got home to continue writing, the document was gone. Gone. In its stead was a black hole. The entire file had disappeared.

Stupid me, I hadn't saved the manuscript to either my desktop or my laptop recently. The latest version I had was 6,000 words less. I could have restructured it, but the thought was disheartening.

After much frantic searching and calls to family members, I found a program to download that would save my poor book. For a mere $129 dollars (I say that sarcastically since I am in penny-pinching mode at the moment) I could recover the document. I bit the bullet and paid. Thankfully, I was able to recover everything. Around midnight, I finally went to bed with the peace of mind knowing that I had my book saved in three separate places.

Moral of this story? Triple, quadruple, quintuple save all your documents—especially books you're writing. I've learned my lesson. Have you?

Off now to email the document to myself just in case my house burns down and all my saved versions are incinerated. Can't be too careful. (And now I'm knocking on wood not to curse myself.)