It's bad. I plugged it into this one, and it saw the drive all right, but asked me if I wanted to format it. I do not have the tech-fu to be able to bypass this, nor do I have a program that will do it for me. It looks like I'm going to take a financial hit on this no matter what. And I need my data; I got another rejection today, and the last version I have of my spreadsheet doesn't even have that market listed as something I was going to send that story to. I can rebuild that, because I save all those emails out of some perverse masochism, but... yeah.
Also, not having the actual ending of the novelthing in front of me is driving me batty. I'm managing to scribble a scene in OpenOffice for another middle part (oh, the angst, poor Ben, he's going to kill me in my sleep), but I want the whole thing. Fortunately, if the end is lost, I gave a printout of it to my Writing Buddy before he left for the wilds of California for a library conference and then World Fantasy, so as long as he hangs on to that, I'm okay, I can retype it, but gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
However, there's good with the bad. I do have this computer (although typing on it is making me nuts), so I can talk to you all. And I can read new fic, and
participate in discussions about The Mentalist.
And I can rec fic as well. If you are any kind of Iron Man fan at all, you need to go read "
Parthian Shot," right now, by the lovely and effulgent
vr_trakowski. It's possible I've recced her before, because she's brilliant. But this one is especially special. And diabolical.