I have 42,000 words left to write before midnight on 31 December. It's a thing.
ETA: The cat parked his butt on my keyboard after I went to sleep. The file I was working on was open, since I'd just gotten too tired to type. I'd SAVED before I left the desk, but apparently, sitting on the keys forever not only fills the buffer, it wreaks some kind of esoteric mojo.
I couldn't undo the whole wreck of typing, so I closed the file to re-open the last save. Only-- CORRUPTED.
Five thousand word story, gone because my cat likes my keyboard as a butt warmer.
BACK UP YOUR DATA AGAIN, even if you think you've done it "recently enough."
GOAL
ETA: The cat parked his butt on my keyboard after I went to sleep. The file I was working on was open, since I'd just gotten too tired to type. I'd SAVED before I left the desk, but apparently, sitting on the keys forever not only fills the buffer, it wreaks some kind of esoteric mojo.
I couldn't undo the whole wreck of typing, so I closed the file to re-open the last save. Only-- CORRUPTED.
Five thousand word story, gone because my cat likes my keyboard as a butt warmer.
BACK UP YOUR DATA AGAIN, even if you think you've done it "recently enough."