And make sure he's frakking capable!

I already knew that I relied on technology too much (and naively thought that that was fine), but it didn't really sink in just how tenuous everything was until my desktop PC died on Sunday. I'm not sure what happened, but I think the motherboard got fried. I've spent every waking minute since then mounting a massive (and highly amateur) recovery mission to make sure
Rynn's World isn't lost.
That's right, the damnably mercurial machine-spirits nearly wiped out my latest novel, smack bang in the middle of the second draft rewrite with only weeks to go to the deadline. Yes, I do make regular backups, but... *cough*... they were stored on the same machine.
Luckily, after almost four days of high blood pressure and periodic rages, I finally managed to recover the files I needed and transfered them to another computer (learning quite a lot in the process).
Now, if I can just get the substitute computer to recognise my Warp-blasted printer (it's an obscure Japan-only model... another calamitous mistake!), I'll be back on track.
The universe loves to test me so.
Labels: computers, Rynn's World