I've been writing since I was in grade school. Most of it terrible and the result of a very active imagination. As time went on I went from scribbling things down in notebooks to typing them in my lap top. Without backing any of it up. And then...my laptop went tits up. I lost everything. Every poem, every story I'd started and never finished (of which there were several) and one piece that I'd been working on and tweaking since the eight grade, I kid you not. Two pieces--incidentally, the only two short stories I've completed that are not crap--survived because I had a hard copy of them. If I'd anticipated my bad luck I would have said that I'd be devastated. Truth be told it's actually very liberating. Suddenly I can start fresh. All the good ideas that were poorly executed because I couldn't bring myself to frog it and star over; gone. Has this every happened to any of you? I'm trying to figure out which ideas to revamp and which to throw out. I have a new philosophy that I'm trying to stick to. Focus on how you tell the story, rather than the story itself. Because, lets face it, even the best stories are god-awful tripe if poorly told.