It’s my fault, really. I’ve been neglecting it (although the Ninja Katz are still in residence).
First, it let in a virus that allowed hackery hijinks into my secondary–and professional, password-protected–email address. Then, it nommed my flashdrive–backup numero uno–to crunchy bits. Next, it fragged my external hard drive, backup number two. Then I discovered, to my howling dismay, that Scrivener auto-backups every session to the same location as the primary file unless manually re-directed. I’m still learning Scrivener, so, alas, did not realize this until much too late.
As in, prior to harnessing my Inner Dark Side and reformatting with an Evil Laff ™.
Beware the power of the Dark Side, y’all. It takes you literally.
Also, all super villains possess the fatal qualities that eventually lead to their own downfall.
I postured. I cursed. I used force lightening until the Ninja Katz’ fur stood on end. All assuming, of course, that I was backed up from here to Korriban.
“Wipe them all out,” I intoned, giving my desktop another zap of lightning for good measure.
Or, rather, I did.
The good news: Keepers #3 is alive and doing well, although occasionally it whimpers in the dark of night.
The bad news: Big Dang Projeckt is utterly, irrevocably space dust. All 10K of it.
Did I mention “sigh”?
In other good news, I posted a new, FREE, flash fiction story for your enjoyment, dear readers. I’d like to post one of these per month, time permitting. There’s a link in the margin (FREE!) for your convenience.
In other other good news, I reflexively tapped into the Clouds of Inspiration and, through some crazy-sauce juxtaposition of forces, captured the bolt of lightening that carried the name of the Steampunk series I’d like to start this year: Blood & Steam. Blood, because the series will center around the Carlisle family, and Steam because, well, steam.
How about you guys? Ever fall victim to the power of your own Dark Side?