I'll look back on it as a bump in the road, I'm sure, but my old computer crashed the other night, and apparently no other computer in existence can read the backup floppies I made on it periodically. Talk about your unpleasant surprises.
The Word file of my first book is on its hard drive, the anthology that I was going to submit to Smashwords, as are the 40,000 words or so of the novel I was going to resume working on, and the cover I had already created for it.
On reflection, those are the only things I truly need to retrieve, and my niece's boyfriend is a computer whiz who assures my sister-in-law it shouldn't be much trouble to sort things out.
In the meantime I'm taking the advice of the several indie publishing gurus I admire, and continuing to write. On paper. With a pen.
(I'm able to continue blogging using the computers at my local public library.)
Oddly enough, I'm enjoying myself.
I went through something like this once before, actually. I used to write on a Brother WP3700 Word Processor with a monochrome monitor, and about a year and a half ago, the cable between the monitor and the main unit went flooey.
No question of replacing it. Have you tried to buy a monochrome monitor lately?
I lost a great deal of the work saved on floppies in its proprietary format that I had done over the years.
Now I'm recreating one of the projects I regretted losing the most. It's all coming back to me, and that's exciting.
It won't be the book it would have been then, I don't think. It will be a better one.
So, all things considered, I'm not unhappy with the situation.