Hello, everyone — sorry for the late entry, but I have had an action packed, frustrated weekend. I learned quite a bit over the past three days.
On Friday, I had a minor panic that reminded me that I need to backup all my important files (writing, music, cat pictures). I have a wireless drive that I put all my stuff on because I had problems with previous hard drives. I thought I was being clever in storing it offline. Yeah — fast forward a couple of years and I discover Spotify, so I think that I’ll just post all my music files (all 113 Gb) up there. So I go to my Z: drive which houses all my music and writing and start loading the files. No problem. As I look through the loaded files, I see some things that aren’t really for public consumption. So I discontinue the upload, going about my merry way. Speed forward past a few days and I want to get into the Z: Drive so I can print something for my writer’s group. I double click on the ‘computer’…
No Z: drive. No Y: Drive (has my photography files and Art Bell .mp3s). No X: Drive (some .gif files and my computer files backup). Nothing. I don’t panic because I’ve had this happen before. I lean over my desk and power cycle the drive — turn it off and turn it back on thirty seconds later. 85% of the time, this solves it.
God rolls an 87 on the percentile dice.
I still don’t panic. I turn off and turn on the router. Nothing. I restart the PC. More Nothing. I unplug the computer and plug it back in going through a hard reboot. I have a plate of nothing, with a side of nothing and a tall, cool glass of dammit, nothing. OK, I start to panic a little. I’m not concerned (greatly) about the music. I still have all my CDs, so I can just re-rip stuff, re-download from places where I purchased them. I am way more concerned about the file labeled ‘Writing’. Everything — rough drafts, final copies, notes, playlists — was in that file. I have very limited sorts of back-ups for that. Notes on several blank books, what I can remember, but other than that — if I can’t get to the Z: drive and that writer’s files…I’m done. The only things that I can call back are the finished and formatted versions of my books because I stored them online.
Monday through Thursday, this wouldn’t have been a big problem. I would have just gone on with the rest of my day and tried to fix it at night. However, it was Friday — I needed to still print copies of my first novel selection and get gas for the car and possibly get some lunch. My computer had a different agenda for me. It was mostly cursing, begging — the whole five stages of death done in about 3 hours. I kept clicking on the disk manager, the file manager and every other manager I could get feverish access to by mouse. I am panicking right now just because I’m going to be late for work if I don’t leave right now.
Miracle of miracles, I clicked on the right thing and got a prompt for my hard drive on the wireless network. Huzzah! I can get to it through that!
Or I could if I remembered the name and password I gave that it. I think I just let it have the default password which I don’t remember. Before all of this (and I think Spotify has something to do with this, it was working fine before I uploaded the files) I never needed to log in, it showed up in my computer as the labeled drives. Password? I have no idea. I uninstall and reinstall the drivers for the dashboard. Still asking for a password. Did I use the default password? I don’t know. I click on the dashboard — maybe there is something that I can do.
Create New User? I click on that little tucked away button on the dash board. What’s the worst that can happen now?
User Name? I type in my first name (which I never use).
User Password? I type in my usual password.
Grant new user admin rights (view and change files)? Hell, yes!
I go back to the main dashboard and login under my new name. I don’t see the X:, Y: or Z: drive, but I do see the folders marked “Writing”, “Music” and “Daughter of the Mountain” (The sequel to this book). I just had installed a new hard drive that I was going to use as more storage. A bunch of clicks later, I was moving files from the recently liberated Z: drive to the J: drive. I open up my writing program and try to get to the project. The relief that I felt was almost tear-inducing. I copy and paste the first 2,000 words to a word document file for printing. I can breathe again. I can get the file printed and copies.
I can also be ten minutes late to work from all this. That’s OK — I’m good for now.
That was the beginning of the weekend for me. Next time — I become social! Drinks! Dinner! Panic Attacks!