I swear I'm close to dropping my laptop in a very large puddle. Despite really struggling with my current WIP, it's never really got of the ground yet, I settled down this evening to plod on, not worry too much about what I was writing and see where things went. They went reasonably good, and to the tune of about 1000 words. Then, guess what, the damn hunk-of-junk freezes up and voila, I lose the lot, despite, autosave, autobackup, autorecovery, temp file hell.
'Yeah!' hollers my computer. 'I've recovered your document.' Like hell you have. You've recovered the file I opened an hour ago.
Can you tell I'm just a little bit tetchy?
Off to console myself, and engage in a bit of brainwashing. I wrote rubbish, it's really no loss. I wrote... No, dammit, it was good. <sob>