It just happened, that is all. I was re-writing my book on adolescent self esteem and something odd happened when I did the last save before going to sleep. Instead of taking a good look at the odd event, I overlooked it as something beyond my understanding. In that moment, I lost my entire manuscript. More than a week of writing all gone because I didn’t investigate an oddity…or back up my work some place other than on my computer.
I sought assistance from the Apple technician at the local Apple store. She broke the bad news. The document was nowhere to be found on my computer. The technician pointed to a woman who was in the store who—are you sitting down?—lost her entire doctoral dissertation. She wrote it in just one place on her computer and never backed it up some place safe.
Well, that is one lesson I will refrain from repeating. I knew getting upset and angry with myself would just waste my energy. So I figured, even though my re-write was superb, the next one would be even better—and it was.
Since I was writing on the computer, I had no notes to assist my re-write. I pulled the new content from a different place in my brain, and heart, than the first pages. Going with the flow, knowing there are no accidents, no such thing as bad luck, I just sat down and tackled the task afresh.
Everything happens for a beautiful and divine reason. When I suffered a brain injury back in 1996, I could not use my eyes, could not hold a pen to write—I could not even construct a sentence and remember it long enough to record it.
I felt deep gratitude for regaining the ability to write the book. I felt thankful I could write. Period.