Maybe there is something to all those legends about bad luck following those who enter the ancient resting places of the pharaohs. Sitting down to my computer this morning, I discovered that my Twitter account has been suspended for suspicious activity and that my home page, www.denaharris.com, is giving a warning message to anyone who lands there that the page is infected with malware (malicious software).
Given the 3,000 things awaiting my attention, this is not what I need to be dealing with today. Frankly, the trouble is I don't know HOW to deal with them. I sent Twitter a message but I don't know who to contact about the home page issue. I just want it to go away.
Did I mention how much I enjoyed my 10 days away from computers? For 10 days I had no e-mail, no blog, no Twitter, no website, no surfing, no anything... and I loved every minute of it. I hate that I've come back and been dumped into the middle of all this media-crap again. So much for simplifying.
Every so often I have the urge to just unplug and dump everything I've spent years building up. As a wanna-be author, it's not an option. I need to have a "platform" and not only stay connected, but increase my outreach. It would be easier if I enjoyed this computer stuff. At the moment, my chest is tight and breathing shallow as I try to wade my way through a fix.
Curses right back on those tombs and those mummies.