Apparently my laptop is a harsh critic. It killed itself while I was halfway through writing chapter 7 to save itself from having to endure anymore of the book.
It's a pretty traumatic thing to watch your laptop screen fade to black in front of your eyes and then fail to start up again. Worse yet is realising that you've been too stupid to backup your work since October. Yep, about 21,000 words worth of NaNo have bitten the dust.
Hopefully, the lappy might be able to be resurrected or at least I might be able to get my writing salvaged from it before it goes to the laptop graveyard. It's not the end of the world, I can always start writing from scratch again if I have to but it is disheartening.
I'd prefer if I could just shake my fists at the universe and scream 'why do you hate me' rather than accept the fact that it's my own fault for not backing up files as I went. Wah! Blaming yourself for your misfortunes isn't nearly as fun.