My laptop failed on me last week. I turned it on, everything seemed normal as the Dell screen came up, then something strange occurred. A black screen with five options appeared. No matter what option I chose in order to log onto the desktop, each option sent me to a blue screen. After using a computer in my local library, I learned through the wonderful internet that my system had locked me out due to problems with the hard drive. The nickname for my dilemma was “the blue screen of death.”
The information was far from comforting. The problem only lead to my panicking over the files saved to my hard drive. Luckily most of my manuscripts, stories, and outlines were saved to my handy, dandy flash drives, but one very important file wasn’t. The revisions to my novel were gone, locked away on a broken laptop.
All I could do was kick myself in the rear. I kept asking myself, “Why hadn’t I saved the file to my flash drive?” After this I cried a bit, saying inwardly, “It is my fault. I did not save the file.” There was guilt and despair, for that was two and a half weeks of work that just vanished somewhere in the inner workings of a hunk of nuts and bolts.
Reason eventually returned. The tears dried, and there was only the resolve to fix the laptop. I took the laptop to a big name office store, paid a ridiculous fee of $70, and prayed the Microsoft technician there could somehow work his computer wizardry. After waiting a few days, it turned out that my laptop was a hopeless case. The technician encountered too many problems in trying to repair the damage. The hard drive was damaged, because the laptop was nearing its seventh birthday! At least he gave me a refund.
So, I took the laptop home. I tinkered with it myself for a few hours, and I can say with the utmost confidence that I know nothing about technology. Eventually, I gave up trying to fix this dilemma. The co-worker of a relative is attempting to “save” my revisions, but I have my doubts. Still, I’m hoping he’s better than that technician.
I wish I had a better ending to this long story, but fate is still whittling away at it. Maybe I’ll have good news. Maybe I’ll have bad news. Only time will tell, and I’ll be certain to provide an update.