Today, I finished my book. Wrote over 3000 words. Yesterday over 2000. That's 30 pages or so.
I busted my ass. Played romantic, sappy music for the wedding scene. Sighed, got a tear in my eye, and was thrilled with the way it turned out.
I yelled downstairs to my husband that I. Had. Finished. And to break out the celebratory beer, because I would be right down to have a toast.
Then I clicked the wrong button and deleted everything I'd done in the last two days.
I wept, I screamed, I knashed my teeth. I cursed, I drank, I locked myself in my office and pounded my head against my desk.
I searched the internet, emailed friends, called PCWebdoc.com (awesome service). To no avail. The file was GONE.
Gone. As if it never existed. As if I hadn't opened my veins on paper.
I prayed. Made promises to God. And emailed the people at Dropbox, the online backup service I used that was supposed to have saved all files, but didn't appear to have anything since Wednesday.
I am praying, hoping, oh my GOD, praying they have my file and it's somehow not showing.
Because otherwise, I have to start all over. All the emotions, the words, the lovely beautiful wedding scene, I will have to rewrite. And hope can find the magic.
I promise you this. If Dropbox lets me down, I will tweet and FB and blog to everyone - never use that service. Because I foolishly put my trust in it.
I should have simply inserted a memory stick into my computer and backed up that way. Then I'd be able to enjoy this three day weekend. I'd be DONE.
Pray for me. Please.