I thought I'd have to hang myself

I have this short story I wrote in the summer. I think it's the best short story I've written in a long time. Then I moved. Again. Second time this year.

Since moving into our new place, the last few weeks, I've been rummaging through boxes and bags and stuff looking for a series of CDs I had burnt. See, I write on a Mac, but do all my Internet business on a PC, so I often have to burn CDs and transfer stuff between.

So, this story, it's not on my PC. Nowhere. I searched online in my e-mail files and a few other places. No story.

Back to the burnt CDs. I haven't been able to find them. No matter where I've looked. They are not in any of the places they should be.

I e-mailed a copy to a certain editor a while back, and I've been considering contacting him to see if he still had a copy of this story somewhere. But honestly, I was kind of embarassed to do so.

Of course the story should still be on my writing Mac. But that Mac hasn't been started up in almost five months.

Tonight I took the plunge. I plugged in the Mac, turned it on ...

... and listened to it whine for a reaaaaalllly long time.

Then, just as hope was lost, it kicked on. But it kept whining. Eventually I figured out the whine was from a CD I had left in the thing.

And ... wallah! ... there was my story! Right on the ole hard drive.

I immediately burnt off three new DVDs and transferred a copy of the story to my PC. Now I'll have to e-mail myself a copy or two and place it in a file or three on a few other places online.

Sheesh!