System Reboot

Hackers out there, you know who you are. There's not a lot of like for you right now. Yes, you do your 'job' well. Chaos and destruction. I could even respect you if there was a method to your madness, but alas, there is none.

I had a rather nasty virus on my computer this weekend while doing research on the Scottish accent. I had the rather stupendously stupid idea that listening to Scottish speakers actually speaking might help me as a writer who is struggling with dialogue for my Scottish heroine. SNORT.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I ended up with a nasty, nasty virus.

Ladies, gents, or who ever the hell you are, you're lives are apparently filled with code...my life is words. Hundreds of thousands of words that come from my brain, become assembled into sentences, that are made into paragraphs. Thus, these paragraphs become pages, which wholly, after a year or two, become books.

I write romance, romantic erotica, and paranormal. I hurt no one.
I spent all weekend trying to recover my documents. It hasn't been pretty. It's been a mess, ugly and heartbreaking.

Honestly, I don't understand you.

Going after pedophiles and rapists, I can see. Big, greedy corporations, um, maybe you can justify, but that's it for me. Why go after the regular Joe or in this case, Joleen?

So, if anyone receives any strange emails from me telling you some sort of nonsense without any personal info, I did not send it. Please delete.

I'm back to my words today, being much more careful in my research.

Writers, may you're systems stay clean!

Taylor