Thrilled to have been able to write several pages of the book this morning for the first time in a couple of months, so I was absolutely thrilled. Until said pages completely disappeared from Word, my computer, and the known universe, including copies I’d sent to my writing group.
Just spent almost two hours using every suggested recovery process, por nada.
Finally found an in-between first and last draft, so I saved, saved as, copied, uploaded, downloaded and printed it to everywhere, including sending copies to all my emails.
Immediately after that, the original that I’d emailed showed up.
And this is why writers (in movies) go postal. In real life we bitch about it, get headaches, have insomnia, IBS, and a variety of anxiety related twitches, but ultimately get back to the work at hand.

So cheers, my dear Word Wranglers! May your vocabulary be mighty, the words flow, your pages stay safe, and your critics give praise.