I spent some time on Saturday going through completed chapters of the novel I'm posting on Critique Circle at the moment, doing a bit of general tidying up. Then on Sunday I got into writing the next chapter. It was going pretty well. I sat with my laptop on my knee happily typing away, enjoying the peace and quiet while my kids played and Annie the pup lay asleep under my chair.
Then suddenly my laptop became heavy and almost slipped off my knee. It took me a while (as I frantically grabbed at it) to realise that in fact Annie was not asleep and she'd just made a lovely discovery - the ribbon I have tied to my thumb drive to stop myself losing it. It made a marvellous tug-o-war for the few seconds it took her to pull hard enough to bend the drive!
A broken thumb drive shouldn't be the end of the world, should it? I mean everyone uses a thumb drive to back up their work, so there's always a copy on the computer, right? Everyone with a brain does, but not me. I'd opened my chapters and reviewed them straight from the thumb drive - I didn't think to save them onto the laptop as well. I wrote the new chapter straight onto the thumb drive with no copy. Don't bother to give me any similes for 'idiot', I've already used them all on myself.
The really embarrassing thing is that it's not so long since I lost everything once before with no back-up. How can anyone be so stupid? My only consolation is that all the other files are on the laptop or on the main computer, so they're not lost.
As for Annie, she just keeps looking at me with those big brown eyes as if to say, "Well, you really should have known better than to let something dangle with me around."