I Give Up

I will never learn. I just killed the relational data base in which the bulk of my notes and rough drafts for the Fruits of the Spirit storyworld were. And that means of course that everything I added to it in the last week is gone and that is the only place the work I was doing for the Sweating for 70 challenge existed. I almost wouldn't mind loosing that if I could get back the work I did for the last three NaNoWriMo. It would be easier to redo what I have done so recently than to redo the stuff I have barely glanced at in the last two and a half years.

I have blogged here before about my negligence towards backing up files. Most of the month of May was consumed by the panic of trying to back up two and a half years of files in the face of an immanent crash because of the malware attack. I backed up a lot of stuff then but my relational database was not among them. I wasn't sure if it could be backed up online like the other files and had hoped to get a flash drive which was the recommended format for backing up a database.

It is probably past time to back up every file that I have worked with since the last backup. We did it in a panic before and did not get around to setting up an easy way to maintain a backup regimen that I could manage without Ed's help. When we managed to avoid the crash or having to restore to factory disks, we both relaxed. Way too much obviously.

Sometimes I wonder if I really belong in this business.

Update--noonish: I'm an addlepated doofus. My data base is alive and well. I spent nearly four hours in a blooming panic attack before I discovered this though. I am too bleary-eyed and fumble-fingered to tell what happend now. I'm edging onto 24 hours without sleep and that after spending most of yesterday with a headache. No doubt sleep-deprevation contributed to my goof.