I remember the days when computer files were saved on disc. Diskettes, actually. All my stories were carefully backed up in duplicate. I felt secure. Technology progressed, as technology will. The floppy disk gave way to higher capacity storage systems—I had a Jaz drive, once upon a time. These cassettes, reminiscent of an 8-track, held an enormous amount of data. But not enough. Computers came with CD drives then, but you couldn't save onto a CD—like the early PDFs. Then they made CD writers common hardware with your computer. I began saving everything on CDs. Large tubes of them fill a forgotten desk drawer. Then came the terabyte drive. Holding more storage capacity than a moon-launch computer, this little device, used weekly, safely holds my secrets. Stories are secure at last. My computer wants me to save them to the Cloud. And pay for the privilege. So I dutifully backup my hard disc onto the ter...
Blog of a struggling writer.