Lost....

No, not the TV show and, frankly I don't understand why it's so popular. I lost interest after the second episode last year. But that's another story...

The "lost" I'm talking about is my computer hard drive and all its data.

Yup.

Gone. All gone.

((funeral dirge here))

It was all just a series of errors which, if any one thing hadn't happened, all would have been well.

Hubby said "move everything over from C drive to D drive".

I heard "Cut and paste everything over from C drive to D drive" so I did.

He meant "Copy everything over from C drive to D drive" so that, later on when the new D drive malfunctioned he could reformat it and everything would still be happy and whole on the C drive.

This morning I said "I can't find the D drive on my computer with all my stuff... where'd it go?"

He said "I copied over your old hard drive (C drive) onto your new computer, your stuff is there"

I said "Uh, no, I moved everything over to the D drive like you told me"

He said "Then it's all gone" ((echo: gone, gone, gone....))

First I hyperventilated and nearly threw up (this conversation took place during breakfast -- food that I promptly ended up throwing away because I felt sure I would vomit if I ate another bite), then I ran downstairs to see if I could recover anything from posts to my critique group and I also checked the email account where I send myself my writing as backup. Backup I hadn't done for almost two months.

Good news? I still have the rough first draft of Playing House and Camilla.

Bad news? I have none of the edits, new chapters, contest entries, short stories, character sheets, the outline and character sketches I did for my NaNoWriMo story, my word counter excel worksheet, my submissions tracker and a few other things I can't remember now but certainly will once I need them. I also lost all of my email bookmarks -- this is really, really bad. I have hard-to-find sites that I needed for research on there.

There are days I really, really hate computers.

Leaving now to go curl up in the fetal position and wallow in my sadness.

Back later.