So, Here's What Happened This Time...
Not this time.
When I rebooted, that's when I began to get the neverending Black Screen of Death. Not even a fucking C prompt in DOS.
Then an hour or so later, I started getting these stupid error messages, blaming me for unplugging an external storage device while it was still in use. Either that or my hard drive was fucked.
Then I was given two options: To either start a repaid process or start the computer normally. But both give me the runaround by pretending to load files, then giving me the same stupid error message.
So I called an expert and he told me to remove the battery, wait 5 minutes then try to reboot the laptop with just the electric power.
Same thing. I have a glorified paperweight on my kitchen table.
Any other time, this would be a disaster since, like everyone else in the 21st century, I do everything on my laptop.
These days, it's a catastrophe. Why?
Because I finally got a literary agent interested in reading one of my novels, namely the one I'm working on, Gods of Our Fathers. Since I didn't back up the novel (I know, I know, the expert I called already excoriated me for it), I can't send it to him since the only up-to-date version I have is on my laptop (See paperweight, Glorified). So, essentially, I'm fucked. Right now I'm using an old hand-me-down laptop I gave to Mrs. JP when I got my Acer last February.
If anyone has any theories how this could've happened (DOS is unhelpfully telling me it's an I/O error, although I don't see how Input Output could play any role in this), I'd appreciate hearing some theories. My email, if you don't already know, is Crawman2@yahoo.com. I desperately need help and this book could mean the difference between us keeping a roof over our heads in the near future or living out of our car (See Catastrophe).