This is a novel, code named ‘Candice’, drafted, redrafted and almost complete.
This is the Mac that I wrote the book on. I’ve had it 3 years and it’s still going strong.
This is the Mountain Lion OS, that chewed up my Mac and made a big mess.
This is the screen that says things are OK, making this author cry Hip, Hip, Hooray!
But this is the screen that says “Actually, no”. Your Mac has now stopped and refuses to go.
This is the phone where I spoke to the man, who worked on the helpdesk and said “I’ve a plan!”
Here is the number of plans that worked out: 0
And here is the point where the helpdesk bailed out ——> .
This is the hard drive that gave up the ghost. My words were inside it and now it was toast.
Here is the Time Capsule, shiny and white, where I’d backed up my work just the previous night. This is the place of Schrodinger’s Book. The back up should work, but I’d no way to look.
Here is the print off I found in a drawer, 3 MS drafts old, from March or before.
I called all this paper my back-up plan ‘B’, but wished that I’d made back-ups ‘C’, ‘D’ and ‘E’.
Here is the husband, home from Toulouse, back to a wife with the broken-Mac blues.
This is the man that fit the new drive, re-installed the OS and stayed up ’til 5.
Here’s the number of boots that said “Sorry, bad luck…”
“…But we can’t get your data, your back-up’s corrupt.” ————-> 2
And here is the happy ending, thank fuck,
The third restore worked, we recovered my book.