The same day I completed
the main twist in a recent novel the whole file mysteriously disappeared from
my online personal PC computer. The rescued document was page after nonsensical
page of Latin symbols. If it had not been backed up on an external device, a
helluva lot of book would have been like see ya later. As it was the loss was
reduced to only a single morning. Not ideal, but a relief. That was almost a
hat-trick of ‘losing’ books. Surely no author can be so unlucky!
Sorry, but the similarities
between Orphan Black and some of my own content are 2 coincidental. I saw the
first thumbnail for it on a torrent site soon after I nearly lost all that
data. I’d never even heard of BBC America before until this. Hmm. Am I bothered? Well,
the first time I was, years ago. This is at least the third time. Ask yourself
this then: What is more likely, a nobody writer from Nowhere Street pitching
his ideas to a Hollywood producer and making it big out of the blue, or
organised cyber crime guys remotely fishing files? What happens more frequently
on a daily basis, I wonder? No worries. The
turnaround works both ways. It’s give and take. Wise up cockers. Bin that
modem.
I missed the first and
last episodes. Although very impressive, it was not soulful enough to make me
care all too much. I could tell some of it came from me because I didn’t have
the foggiest what was going on. You think I’m joking,
don’t you? If you are, then you is correct, because part of me actually is; and
if you aren’t, then you is correct, because part of me actually ain’t.
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