Yesterday afternoon my computer went haywire with all sorts of gobbly crazy scrolling rolling across my screen after I attempted to upgrade to Yosemite in my pursuit of upgrading Scrivener.
The upgrades went South and I thought I had lost all my writings from the past 8 years.
I put a brave face on. Honestly, I was neither scared, mad, or bereft. Rather, I felt a strange sense of relief and peace. I’m sure that was just shock.
The proverbial door on my past really was being closed. Be careful what you hope for, right?
I had notes I could reference. I could start the book again, and the short stories, too. As for the poems, if they aren’t on my note phone app, lost they are, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing because they aren’t very good, just alot of emotion washing out on the page, much like this sentence and all my first-person blog posts. Oh, boy.
Yet, I still took my little silver sick friend into the Mac Store. After a wait of four hours for my appointment, the tech person suggested I buy an external drive to back up all my files before any work was done. Yes, I didn’t have a back up of my writing, anywhere. I’m a dummy, or perhaps the reluctance to save my work speaks to something else, altogether. More on that, at another time.
Back to the Mac store. After backing up my files, they re-installed or re-formatted my laptop with Sierra. The whole instore process took around two hours. Though my computer is slower than before, it works and the files are there and on my new drive. The operating system is new but I’m just a teeney bit afraid to try and upgrade Scrivner and screw it up all over again.
And so this is where I am today.
Awake at 5 am on a Saturday morning, laptop closed on top of the dining room table, and me with arms crossed, coffee cup in hand, staring out at the sun rising over the tops of our port town.
Indeed, the sun did come up afterall. A tommorrow was not stopped by computer malfunctions and my heart still hopes.
For what? I’m not too sure, but it did rise. That, afterall is the point.
(Note: Written in my home on the WordPress iPhone app after I cranked up the portable heaters all through the house.)