Lately, I've noticed that the laptop has begun to act...unpredictably. It won't always boot correctly on the first go. I get the BSOD occasionally and have to start over. Most worrisomely, although I am being reminded on a regular basis to run LiveUpdate, it doesn't appear that it's working. The virus definitions are being updated, but it doesn't look like Norton is actually doing anything.
So then, tonight, after an HOUR of solid writing, the laptop crashed. I just sat there, lamely pushing buttons and feeling numb. It can't just CRASH. That does't happen. I was able to hold its hand and shut down, one by one, the things that had been running (my cd, dictionary.com, the downloaded text of "Treasure Island") but it didn't help. The writing that I had been doing for the past hour was going to be eaten up too.
I wailed at the poor Pirate that I was angry and felt like some evil forces are trying to prevent me from ever finishing the book. I have done some drastic re-thinking of my premise and have started re-writing some major chunks of the book, so this is a big deal. We agreed that the best thing to do would be for me to get a keychain drive to store the parts I'm working on until they can be incorporated into a larger file and written to a cd. So, that's going to happen tomorrow.
In the meantime, I was able to recover the file and only lost a couple of paragraphs. I feel so frightened and vulnerable now. I hate this. I'm still petitioning to move to a monastery where I can have monks transcribing my writing by hand, illuminating the text as they go along, and making really good bread, honey and wine in their spare time. If anyone knows of a gig like this, let me know. I'd be willing to become Christian, if that's what it takes. Maybe. I'd have to see the accomodations first.