The first time I ever bought a modern cellphone was back in 2014 (you know, the one you regularly see ever since touch screens arrive? Yeah, that.) I know it was normal already to have touch screens that year but for me having a smartphone in my hand was amazing!
I took pictures, go to the internet using my phone, took pictures, lots of pictures and then it was time to upgrade the software. When it was done, all the photos were gone.
AND I HAVE NO BACK-UP!
I was in despair, to say the least.
We did everything to recover the files, went back to the store, get the phone check but there was no way to get it back. Back then no one told me about recovery apps, if I did I would have tried it.
This month, I decided to start writing a dystopian novel I titled Perfectly Imperfect. I got the idea three years back and started making notes using S Memo in my smartphone. Today, after writing the first chapter, I decided to open my phone and check the notes but the bomb went boom inside my head. The program said that I have no single notes saved.
I did not panic right away. I download the recovery program, install it and scan my phone, but the program couldn’t read it. I could go on but there’s a chance that problematic stuff will happen to my phone, so I back off.
I spend many hours trying to find another way to recover my files. Not only for Perfectly Imperfect notes but also because of other important notes for other stories. I’ve written practically the whole outline (start to finish) of three books in there. Minimum!
Am I going crazy right now? No, no, no… I’m beyond that.
I have so much emotion swirling around inside me right now I don’t what I’m feeling.
So please excuse me, if I won’t be around much the next few days. I need to find my restart buttons.