I organized my computer today. It's running out of storage, and I hate iCloud and am moving my cloud storage back to Dropbox, which works more like a backup system.
The reason I hate iCloud is because it has a tendency to take forever to sync. I cannot reliably get to it as a storage medium. It's not a backup medium. And, sometimes, I wonder if it loses my files in the ether.
Like today, when I'm moving files back to Dropbox, zipping photo files and getting rid of the originals, because I have almost no storage space left on my 5-year-old Mac. I have a really good filing system for the most part -- I always keep photos away from everywhere else, and I always keep Scrivener (writing software) files in either my Scrivener folder or my writing file. But then this happened ...
One of my Scrivener files went missing. This is how I learned iCloud's uselessness as a backup.
I checked everywhere -- on Dropbox, on my Mac, on iCloud, on every possible place it could have been. All I found was a 3-chapter sample, while the document I remembered was eight chapters long. Prodigies, one of my works in progress, had vanished. (Mr. Borowiec, this is the one I asked you to provide me with some Polish dialogue for. No, don't feel guilty.)
So I panicked. Richard, my husband, did not. While I was getting weepy, he looked through his Dropbox account to see if he'd read a draft in progress. Sure enough, he had the full eight chapters. I went from anguished cry to happy cry (just as drippy but not as red-eyed miserable).
Thank you, Richard. You're the MVP today.
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