A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-One-Hundred-And-Forty-Eight

The issue on my computer is with one hard drive, but otherwise it should be fine.  Of course, that drive contains a lot of writing, and I am not certain if it is all backed up properly or not.  I thought it was backing up automatically, but I am not entirely certain that is true after some of what happened last night.  I have to hope that the drive data will be recoverable, or that I can find evidence that all the files on it exist in safe copies elsewhere.  I need to print out everything, I know, so I have paper copies of it all, but it is a lot to print, and I don't have a very good printer at the moment.  My last office printer died a few years ago, and I haven't replaced it.  We have a little all in one printer, but it wouldn't be any good to try and print out the thousands of poems I have on here, along with all the other work as well.  It would likely be enough to wear it out fully, and, even if it didn't, I can't imagine the number of days it would take, especially considering how little capacity it has for paper.  I feel so vulnerable at the moment.  I trust in my computer, and I don't feel I have a lot of choice, in many ways, and now, here I am, wondering if months of work might be lost.  If it is, well, what can I say?  It is a devastating prospect, and I should know well enough to not be in this situation, but here I am.  I have to hope it will end well, one way or another, and, until I know for certain, I am going to try and maintain some optimism about the possibility that the work is safe.

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