It's been a week of disaster.

Last night I cut my finger on some glass while doing the washing up and then my laces broke as I was struggling to put on my shoes to get to casualty. Three hours later I left Heath Hospital with my finger in bandages.

However, the big disaster was trusting Windows Update to competently update my computer with the correct drivers and watching as it refused to then recognise my RAID drive. That's the RAID drive with all the Something Real sequels stored on it. As I began to realise I may have lost two year's work (although I haven't actually been working on it for the whole of that period), I began to feel a rather guilty sense of relief. Perhaps I wouldn't have to finish them after all? Had fate given me a way out of having to complete the sequels at all? I then began to wonder whether I could leave my short films behind and get on with making that feature film I've been threatening to produce for, ooh, years now.

I'm currently in the process of trying some file recovery programs and they seem to be working. I won't have the directory structure but the files may be intact. It's certainly a relief (and I had most of the stuff backed up anyway) but perhaps it's the push I need to get them finished. It's been two years since finishing Something Real and I've shot three films without finishing one. Friends have put in a lot of work to get them made and I'm embarrassed I haven't fulfilled my part of the bargain. My work at Dinamo is becoming a little easier so I should have my spare time back to work on other things. All I need is a feature script to make next year and I'll be back on plan again...