It's true. I have never felt such a rush of anger and anguish in my entire life.
And I guess it proves to me just how important my writing is.
I left three teenagers up last night and on my computer. I had told them time and time again not to upload junk. Well, I got up this morning and my comp was frozen. I rebooted. Got rid of a bunch of stuff they had indeed downloaded to the comp.
Then I did some promotional work for my new release His Sweet Obsession. Returned some emails. Talked to my friend Sarah Masters, a fabulous new author on the scene, I might add.
Then I proceeded to pull up my latest work from my Word file so I could get something accomplished. But it would no longer pop up for me. The file seemed to be there, but it would not upload for me. NOR WOULD ANYTHING ELSE!~ All my work! Several works in progress, notes over two years old. My heart and soul, GONE!
I frantically begin to deal with the situation. Two hours later, I have my files back. What did I discover? Those screwy file corrupting downloads were in my word program!
Usually, I let the kids sleep late on weekends. But let me tell ya! They just got a wake up call from HELL!!! TESS HELL!!!!