I woke up feeling worse than blah. Defeated, like a wannabe who’ll never make it.
Then I discovered my external hard drive, which had rescued my business when my computer started to crash, was in the death throes itself. Waves of discouragement rolled over me as it hit me that my book was on there…and my graphic design stuff…and all those pictures since the twins were born. All John’s baby pictures. So much work. Gone. Years of it.