Malicious Bug Devours Writer’s Memories!

Disaster struck earlier today in a quiet South Shields flat as a young aspiring writer was subject to what can only be described as an unthinkable incident. After a high precision military operation went horribly wrong, “The Mallen Streak” blogger lost 3 weeks of notes from his mobile phone. Now suffering from temporary amnesia, his memories are slowly returning as he begins to write once more in an attempt to salvage some of his absent thoughts and ideas.

After countless months of being lazy and not hunting down the installation disk for his mobile phone/PDA, he finally decided to install it and backup his junk. Having installed the program a couple of days ago, today was going to be the routine, mundane and simple task of plugging his phone in to the USB BBQ-C3PO-type thingy mebob and everything else would take care of itself. So far, so simple. Alas finally everything is backed up and not just his files but his contacts, calendar and tasks too. The task system is imperative to his well-being and serves as his to-do list in addition to his mini diary of anything from brief thoughts and ideas to the beginning of far-from-award-winning sketches. Unfortunately that’s all it serves as, he still has to make his own coffee.

Without even thinking, he casually opens Outlook to begin viewing tasks much to his relief that everything is safe and sound as it should be. The first viewing was to be last month’s compilation. As he perused the content, he made a couple of minor changes, removed a large section of blank text and hit the save and close button. Simple. As it turned out, it was too simple. As you probably already guessed, a message was sent down to Houston about there being a problem. There was an error message about trunks or something, that was basically saying to him “You’re screwed pal, I deleted half your writing just for a laugh”. Well, you can imagine he wasn’t amused by its satanic sense of humour.

He decided to do what most writers would probably do in a situation like this. He moaned and cursed for a couple of hours, trying to contain his unbearable dismay and anger at losing work before generally accepting the fate of the last three weeks of notes. Then he sat down and began to write, expressing his pain and anguish of losing so many words, thoughts and memories that he will try his best to recapture. People often use words frivolously, without meaning or sense of purpose, but for a writer they are the essence of life and creativity. OK so that may sound a little over-dramatic but I’m sure you get the point.

In the immortal words of, erm, Boyzone, of all people, ‘it’s only words’…there’s always more words waiting around the corner, you just have to know the right part of pavement to trip over to find them…