I absolutely hate ultra-techies who preach to me that I should be backing up all of my files all the time (read: my husband). Seriously? What needs to be backed up? My play-list on Pandora? Hardly. But I had to laugh at myself when I read news about a portion of NYC residents before Sandy hit… who heard emergency workers announcing mandatory evacuation in their neighborhood… and simply walked to the corner, bought a bagel and some milk, and then walked back home to wait out the storm. Then the same EMS workers had to pull them out of windows later and carry them away by boat.
In a (granted, non-life-threatening) way, I was being exactly like them. Months’ worth of words entrusted to a single device. Would I be upset if I lost that information and had to start over? You bet your sweet SpellCheck I would.
It took more time to locate a spare flash drive than it did to copy all my files. In fact it took less time to create that backup than it did to brew a single space-age cup of coffee on the Keurig. Why wait for Murphy’s Law to kick in when you can take evasive action now? No flash drive? Then e-mail yourself a copy of your book. Either way, your friends and family will be glad to not have to pull you out from the window later.