I can reconstruct the entire book file by copying and pasting all of the poems in my series of smaller Echoes files, but I'm a tad frustrated that I would even have to. Such is the fate of this Cyberphobe.
According to William Arthur Ward, poet and author of often quoted inspirational maxims: "The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."
Perhaps backing up my files with multiple devices might help. Ah, but I did that once. The data on my computer disappeared, and my backup device turned out to be corrupted. So, here I am again.
It’s almost enough to make me revert to keeping everything in my old Poetry box rather than trusting in digital media. Almost. As with this, my Weebly blog site, I’ve had to adjust my sails, so to speak.
I often feel an impulse to blurt out, “I’m a poet, not a techno nerd!” ala Bones in Star Trek I just want to get my thoughts out in front of me in some tangible form, so either I become a leadite, and revert to pencil and paper.
Or, I can go through the tedium of focusing on my backed-up files, making sure that everything is as it should be. For me, dealing with computers is like some reckless game of chance. Oh, what to do?
Well, tedium it is, I suppose. Better that than stop my writing, or opt for a lesser alternative. Were this a boat I would be doing all three: complain, expect it to change, and adjust my sails as need be.