Be in the room when she discovers that the first file of manuscript she's been working on for months--almost a year if you include the conception phase--is corrupt.
I fired the computer up to do some work this afternoon, tried to open the file containing part one and got the ugliest of error messages.
WORD CANNOT OPEN THIS DOCUMENT
FILE IS CORRUPT
Panic began to ensue. Yes, I have earlier versions saved, but I did a lot of work on it last night, some major revisions, and only saved to a flash drive. I tried opening it on two different computers with the same result: that file was dead.
Oh, and before what you're thinking spills out: don't ever suggest to a riter they can just rewrite something.
No. No they can't. What seems plausible is in fact a nightmare, and the second time around the words simply fall flat and any magic vanishes. The resulting mess is dull and lifeless and is, frankly, a gut punch to the writing ego.
Yet, I was sure that's what I was going to have to do: take an earlier version and try to re-polish it.
Trust me, that's worth crying about.
But...on a whim I sent Murf a text message because one of his best friends in a compu-genius and I hoped he would have something to tell me to do other than scream.
"Email the file," came the quick reply.
Less than five minutes later--literally--I got another text. Check your email; it was one corrupt line and he fixed it. He also suggested I get everything possible off that flash drive and then get rid of it.
And mucho thanks, Dack and Undr.