They did their best, but it was not to be. At least a year and a half of poetry, personal fiction, intensive databases hundreds of entries long, photos, and web design work gone. I am physically feeling ill over this–have had a headache and nausea ever since I got the news this morning.
I do have an older hard drive from June 2010 to hopefully pull data off of, so maybe I can rebuild using that. But I did a lot of work in the latter half of 2010 and through 2011. I don’t know if I’ll even remember how to create some of it again. I need a brick wall to bash my head against repeatedly–this is just another thing on top of all the other crap that has happened. Medical bills, plumbing repairs, more medical bills, other computer repair bills, and now this.
And I’m likely going to have to get another computer–mainly because we don’t need to throw any more money down the drain on a computer that might not last much longer anyway. Again, need brick wall.
I haz a giant sad, only mitigated by the fact that my novel is safe. Feels like suspiciously small comfort in the midst of all this.