Now, I am Left To Pick Up The Pieces

A computer virus can be the kiss of death to a writer and for some reason it seems to occur when you’re just about to finish a manuscript. It happened to me with The Legend of Turtle Pond: The Initiation of Tabitha Obrien and with Desolate Terrain. I’d be lying if I said, it wasn’t a terrifying experience. During the mind numbing experience of waiting for my computer to be fixed, I wondered... why would someone create viruses?

Ode to Computer Viruses

Once again you’ve taken me on a wondrous ride only to leave me in the Dead Sea.

Now I’m left to wonder…

What have I done to warrant such aggression from you?

I ask myself, ‘what kind of person creates something that cripples a system simply trying to exist?’

It wouldn’t bother me as much if I weren’t a writer, molding characters for readers to enjoy

but I have no control over characters like you!

Writing stories is easy compared to dealing with your destructive creation

designed solely to maim as many computer systems as possible.

It’s disarming, alarming, especially when it seems to occur when I am about to finish a novel.

They say, Virus Writers do it to prove a point.

 point taken
now please find something constructive to do.

No one’s data is safe until they find a way to stop you!

In closing, I managed to make it through the ordeal but not unscathed. The information on my hard drive was lost but thanks to paranoia, I emailed a copy of my latest manuscript to myself the day before my computer crashed.  This experience has thought me a valuable lesson, to back up my files.