The blank space

A disastrous thing happened in mid-May – my entire hard drive disappeared. Yes, the iStore assured me, they’d be able to reinstall my last cloud backup. Only catch was that that the iStore function had failed to store at all. My cloud backup had vaporised too. 

There I was, a blank laptop with absolutely nothing on it. Zip. Diddly squat. Bugger all.  
 
No CVs, no invoices, no emails (also bombed), no writing portfolio, no music, nada. Here’s the funny thing…I still had my manuscripts. Well two had gone AWOL but I managed to get them both back from the publishers. And another one returned the following evening with the first round of completed edits. Everything else had left the metaphorical building but my manuscripts remained. 
 
I’m scraping together a snapshot of my finances for my tax return, tediously working my way through bank statements, but I won’t have to rewrite any of my manuscripts. 
 
Some might call that a sign (that one of the manuscripts is called The Signsis not lost on me). 
 
The moral of the story: backup to an external hard drive unless you want to spend your evenings working out how much you spend at the coffee shop next door.