So, last week I did what I always do. I grabbed my USB, sat down at my desk, plugged it in to open up my WIP and start working, only to find…..
Someone has deleted everything from my USB. (My guess would be the little minion who bugs me to use my computer all day every day. I call him Son.) All of it. It’s all gone.
Needless to say, I almost broke down and cried. I consequently freaked out for about 4 hours. I ran all of the software I could to try and recover something, anything, and nada. No good. No go. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
Nothing could be restored.
After having myself a nice pity party all weekend about the loss of my WIP, there is only one thing left for me to do. Start over.
Luckily for me, I hand wrote most of my outline, and emailed some of my chapters to critique partners. So I can save up to five chapters. I just have to start anew from chapter six forward.
So here we go. Starting over. Perhaps it’s for the best. That’s what I have to tell myself. That’s what I need to believe. That whatever ends up coming out in these newly written chapters will be better than what was there before. Or I might run away.