I'm trying really hard to be okay.

[scribblemyname]

I saved religiously yesterday and just discovered that all my work from yesterday is simply gone. That's more than 1000 words of "Dowse and Bleed," my second favorite poem I've ever written, and various edits and snippets that were good. This had nothing to do with not backing things up. Word just didn't save any of the changes, so the backup I sent myself had none of it either.

I'm trying not to cry over the poem. It was perfect. I loved it. And while the material in "Dowse and Bleed" was hugely significant and well done, I'm on the rewrite anyway, I'll survive the loss. But the poem...

ETA: I love the IT guys. They rescued my poem. Not the rest of the stuff, but like I said, that I can live without. It was the poem.

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[thecatisacritic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had a panic attack shortly before I left home because I meant to save as and didn't, and I thought I was about to override at least 3,000 words of my latest serial, and the idea of not being able to recover that is just... horrifying. Fortunately, dropbox called it a conflicted version and left the other one alone, so yay.

But I still can't recover that notebook from all that time ago. I can't even remember enough of the idea to come close to it, so that one is gone for good, I guess.

It's so good that they were able to help you get back the poem. It would have been better if you could get them all, and I'm sorry you lost more of Dowse and Bleed, but I'm glad you got the poem because it means so much to you.