My novel was almost done, feeling good. . .sat down to write and my monitor screen started going screwy, squiggly lines and weirdness and fading in and out and I thought, okay, something's wrong with the file or program or. . .I know naught about computer stuff--no, I know just enough to get myself in trouble. . .I thought, I'll re-install everything, fresh and clean, so I slid my first back-up disk in the slot, there are nine, and lo and behold, my computer seemed fixed except, that disk rewrote everything, effectively taking me back two years and all my documents were gone, gone, gone. . .
Hewlett Packard said, It sucks to be you. But amazingly, this guy from India who works for Microsoft took control of my computer remotely and found, somehow, he found my documents, my God. . .
I was happy for two days. Then, I'm typing away and my monitor started to smoke, holy crap I thought, Oh Jesus, my computer just died, that's it, I'm f**ked, it's fate, not realizing the monitor is not the computer because I'm a putz.
Anyway, to make a long story longer, got a new monitor, and bit the bullet and paid for MozyHome, and I copy my stuff to a thumb drive every week or so because I'm being careful, not because I'm anal-retentive or anything like that. . .