After a good 8 hours of Z's, it's time to get back in the saddle. You turn on the power bar and your screen resembles a horror movie TV right before the creepy evil thing crawls out of it. Then your hard drive makes a pathetic whimpering noise like its own dictating its suicide note.
The screen shifts...it's the Blue Screen of Death.
Sweat pops out of every pore. No, you think. It can't be. Hard drive crashes are some twisted urban myth created to scare the crap out of writers, right?
You talk to the computer in encouraging tones as you attempt resuscitation, which eventually dissolves into full on begging. Because guess what? You've been kinda lazy and haven't backed up for two months.
Yeah, that's right--all those revisions? Pouff!
Sounds like a nightmare, doesn't it? Well it happened. To me. This weekend. So my public service announcement? GO BACK UP YOUR HARD DRIVE. NOW.
I lucked out in the fact that hubby is a savvy teckie guy, and he was able to grab my stuff from the harddrive. But it could have just as easily turned out differently.
If you don't have an external hard drive, here's a few options:
Thumb drive. Inexpensive, portable & fast.
Google account--email your documents, huge storage. Google is God, and hopefully will be as safe as a bank vault.
Mozy will provide an automatic back up.
Drop Box Back up and syncs files across several computers.
Unfortunately with our extreme dependenc on technology, it's not a matter of if a crash will happen, but when.
/Public service announcement