WordPress informs me that somebody tried, twice in the last two hours, to hack into my account.
I always feel somewhat flattered when stuff like this happens. I imagine some kind of steampunk guy sitting in a dark room with green strings of code scrolling on screens…
Yes, I know, I read too much science fiction when I was a kid.
Now, friends more grounded in reality tell me it is not so – people that do this sort of things are boring types looking for a sneaky way to leverage squalid scams, using other people accounts as a smokescreen.
The same friends suggest I change my passwords.
And while I will do just that, I still prefer my mental image of the hackers. It brings a little romance into something as everyday as blogging.
As I mentioned yesterday, I am trying to ramp up my output – and indeed working on AMARNA
You know me – I love (and sometimes hate) writing handbooks and books about writing in general. I have a huge collection and the fun thing is, there is a nugget of wisdom even in the most trite and blah of the How to turn yourself into a novelist books.
Writing about Garr the Cunning (yes, the story is still in the works) was a good opportunity to refresh my caveman pulp readings.
Last night I invested 2.99 bucks in an ebook bundle on Amazon. I was celebrating the sale of my pitch for my new monster novel, and felt like splurging.
Karavansara 