Last week I fried my hard drive and lost all my writing files. Probably no great loss. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. Yes, I know that all those zeroes and ones are supposedly recoverable at some level of skill, trouble, and expense. But probably not at my level.
I'm accepting the loss without howling and throwing things. So far, anyway.
Plus, I happen to like this blank-slate feeling. I'll just make a new and better start.
But here's some friendly advice: if a blank slate won't do for you, go ahead and back up your hard drive. Like...right now!