Gods, no, Phnee; we know enough computer gurus to be able to extract your data. We may even be able to just pull out the hard drive and stick it into another machine. Do not panic. Mourn, yes, but mourn Cleo, not your work and words.

Never, never think you were not meant to write. Ever.

And I have a laptop here for you to use for as long as you need it. I'll drop it off at your place tomorrow.