I Lost it All
I lost everything. Well, maybe not everything, but it sure felt like it.
I had two folders on my computer desktop with several files of notes and plot outlines of my 6 book series. One folder held the older stuff and one held the newer plots from 2022.
On Monday, April 25, the spot where the new folder sat on my desktop was empty. I stared at the spot for a bit mostly because I couldn’t believe it was gone.
I searched for it through out my computer files, trash, backup files for the next 40 minutes. Then I called Apple support. The tech guy did everything I’d done, then looked in places I hadn’t. Since my files are in Microsoft Word, tech guy went to Microsoft support page.
Nothing we did worked.
The real problem is, I have a very old computer, and right now, I’m not able to buy a new one.
I considered crying but didn’t. I considered forgetting the series and moving onto the next idea. But my brain is too embedded to move on.
For the first time in a long time, I felt lost and didn’t know what to do. I was in a funk. I think I was in mourning. I didn’t have the energy to write anything. I couldn’t conceive of trying to recreate the past couple of months’ work.
Thursday April 25, I tried again.
I’d changed a couple of characters’ names, and had been using those new names in the search box, but nothing came up. This time, I typed in a previously used name and everything came up.
But wait . . . before you get too excited . . .
I had everything from March 6 and earlier. Everything I’d written after, all the rest of March and April was gone and most of that was on the second plot.
For the next week, just thinking about rewriting was still a disappointment.
Here’s the good news. I like to write on paper. As in, after the computer is off and I’m trying to do something else like watch TV, but my brain is still working, I take notes. Or the time, I was at the gym to get away from overhead construction roofing noise. All those hours of work was handwritten.
I’d typed a new beginning for the second plot from my brain directly into my computer. That’s done. But to my amazement, I’m remembering it. Maybe not exactly. Some of the original was better and some of the rewrite is better this time around.
The important thing is, no matter how bad it was to loose so much, I still have a lot of it available to me because I have a lot of notes.
Two weeks later, I’m finally recovered emotionally and am happily writing again.
Have you had a similar problem where you thought something was permanently lost, but in the end it was as bad as you thought? Tell us about it.