When I put the new hard drive in and installed Windows 7, what did I do? WHAT DID I DO?
I renamed the fucking computer after an imaginary death god, who just so happens to DIE. A LOT.
Oh, guess what's dead. No access to the Win7 discs or my other hard drive until next Saturday evening.
I'd just. I mean, JUST, figured out the plot of this novel. I was cooking with gas. It was rocking, we were in business.
Of course, people have been walking past me for the past two days saying 'YOU'RE ON A CRUISE, STOP WRITING, YOU SHOULD BE RELAXING."
So now it's me, trapped among very energetically happy and very bland people with no ability to write about seriously fucked up characters in their fucked up lives. Will I gnaw my arm off to escape? Maybe. Maybe.
(Seriously, though, the vacation has, despite my joy at going somewhere warm in December, made me uncomfortable due to the $$$ spent on it by my parents. Knowing that now I probably have a dead very$$$ laptop? Not helping the stress levels.)
I'm pretty sure I can fix it, because I think that the motherboard and all that shit is fine, it's just not seeing the OS, which probably means the HDD is either loose or broken. That being said, I can't do shit while I'm on the boat, and if I don't write NOWNOWNOW that I've figured it out, my brain is going to explode.
This is probably going to be an entire draft written on fucking cocktail napkins.
Oh screw this. I'm going to drown my sorrows in the bar.
SERIOUSLY. EVERY TIME I NAME ANYTHING AFTER A CHARACTER, IT GOES BADLY FOR ME IN A HILARIOUS BUT STILL REALLY ANNOYING MANNER. WHY DO I REFUSE TO LEARN THIS LESSON?
- Current Location:water, somewhere off Mexico
- Current Mood:
crappy - Current Music:TYPE FASTER INTERNET IS TOO SPENSIVE.
Comments
If you're getting power and a boot screen, it's almost certainly the HDD. If you have no geeks there who can get the data off for you, send it my way and I can give it a whirl.
There is probably a store on board where you can buy crappy art and overpriced gemstones, you can probably buy spa products and "resort wear" and cheesy statues of dolphins and stuff.
Notebooks? What are you, some kind of hippie? This is a cruise, boy! Cruises ain't for thinkin'!
At least there is a bar every 100 feet.
I could buy a liter of vodka but they won't let me have it until we get off the boat >:|
That's partly why I've started using google docs to ram all my thoughts into... keeping it all together, with access from any computer with a net connection, or failing that from my phone. Pretty handy.
If there's no notebooks around, maybe sent yourself lots of postcards splattered with ideas?
I had something very similar happen once -- there was this vague idea about a novel that I'd been kicking around for years, and one day, I magically managed to sit down and write for 8 hours straight and the next day I did it again and then by the end of Christmas days off I had the first three chapters.
For some reason on my first day back at work I did not have these three chapters backed up on another disk. Too busy writing, maybe, or maybe backing them up required special technology that I didn't have.
The computer I was writing this on was a loaner NeXT. You've probably never even heard of the NeXT, it was the thing Steve Jobs did after Apple before Pixar. The crucial thing is that it was orphaned technology, so when the power supply died on my first day back at work, it was not an easy matter to replace it.
Anyway, after a couple of weeks fretting over whether I would be able to get anything off the hard drive, I decided, "screw it" and just started all over again on a different computer.
Eventually I decided that my original version of the first three chapters sucked anyway.
I did finish the novel but still haven't sold it, maybe I will sell it someday, the end.