He didn't realize how close to home his words hit.
Let me backtrack with a sequence of events. Monday, July 18. Time: 10 am. Brand new bulletin board falls off wall hitting computer and dislodging USB flash drive.
The flash drive in question contains everything - I MEAN EVERYTHING - related to my writing career, including all my works in progress. Something got damaged because it no longer opens and isn't even recognized by my computer. I try a different computer with the same result.
I take a deep breath. Don't panic. I've learned my lesson about backing up my data. I've had a couple of devastating crashes on my work laptop, so I always back everything up in triplicate. Oh, wait a minute... I had one of those crashes just this spring. When the IT tech had to wipe my computer, I was safe 'cause everything was stored on a flash drive. I also promptly backed everything up on dropbox. One can't be too safe.
Except... once the computer was fixed, I didn't get around to re-installing my writing software (Scrivener) and uploading all my files; I didn't get around to backing up a copy of my most important files onto my hard drive; I didn't get around to checking to make sure everything got stored in Dropbox correctly...
|My life - in the hands of Canada post!|
I have no idea what happened with dropbox. All my folders are there but they are all completely empty. Perhaps when I re-saved them I overwrote the existing files with empty folders. I don't know. All I know is that there is no data. I feel sick. I might throw up.
I call the local tech guy. He says to bring the flash drive in and he'll take a look. He spends some time analyzing the damage and his prognosis isn't good. He suggests sending it to a data recovery specialist, but this is going to cost, he says.
Does he realize that seven years of my life's work are stuck in that thing? I'm willing to pay. It's my only hope of not losing it all together (both my mind and my data). We're back to where the story began - with me talking to the friendly retrieval expert down in Vancouver. The flash drive is in the mail. I'm holding out hope that the 'experts' will be able to retrieve my precious data. If not... well, let's not think about that right now.
Or maybe I should just give up. Hadn't I just prayed that very morning, asking God to use me in whatever way He saw fit? Asking Him to consecrate me and my writing for His purposes. Like the dude said, "Sounds like an act of God." Maybe God is trying to tell me something.
Or maybe I just didn't install said bulletin board correctly. In either case, sometimes bad things happen.