Today I lost my memory stick with all my writing. I had it yesterday at work but now it’s disappeared. It must be at work somewhere because I definitely didn’t take it out of my bag at home.
It’s not password protected but there’s nothing sensitive on there. Except ALL my writing. I don’t want someone else to read my writing unless I’ve allowed them. All my ideas are in my notebook but there’s lots of half started things on there that were works in progress and now I don’t have them.
I expect it’ll turn up somewhere daft. Pfft.
But when I emailed round at work to see if anyone had picked it up, several people asked me what was on it (in case they found it) and I felt a bit of a fraud saying ‘my writing’ so I mainly just said “stuff” except to the two people who know I blog. I can’t really explain why I feel daft saying to people that I write a blog. Maybe in case they think it’s not ‘proper’ writing or they’ll think I think I’m something special. I don’t really understand why I feel like that either!