It could have been worse, it could have been my finished manuscript, but even that is a small comfort.
Crimson, my book of short stories, has fallen victim to 'missing file syndrome'. Granted I heartily accept that it was my fault, in trying to utilise more space on my tablet, I lost the data. I moved the file from my internal drive to a storage device, but somehow the device didn't save correctly, and when I deleted the original file from the internal drive, it vanished. I returned to my back-ups, only to realise that I'd forgotten to back-up since November. I've lost one complete story and not the story I wanted to lose. It was my favorite story of the collection. I know roughly what happens in it, I have names, locations in my head, but I will not be able to write it the same way again.
So absolutely gutted and it's entirely my own fault.
Crimson, my book of short stories, has fallen victim to 'missing file syndrome'. Granted I heartily accept that it was my fault, in trying to utilise more space on my tablet, I lost the data. I moved the file from my internal drive to a storage device, but somehow the device didn't save correctly, and when I deleted the original file from the internal drive, it vanished. I returned to my back-ups, only to realise that I'd forgotten to back-up since November. I've lost one complete story and not the story I wanted to lose. It was my favorite story of the collection. I know roughly what happens in it, I have names, locations in my head, but I will not be able to write it the same way again.
So absolutely gutted and it's entirely my own fault.