I was talking on the phone late last night to a very close friend, and somehow, in our roundabout fashion, we got on the subject of the types of things we had stored on the hard drives of our computers, and how shocked our families would be if only they knew. She said if something happens to her, for me to get to her laptop as fast as I can, and clean it out. We both laughed but you know...
I got to thinking about it, and no big surprise here, there's an awful lot of stuff I have saved that I wouldn't like to become common knowledge. A lot of it has to do with my personal writing--my journal. It's stream of consciousness writing and since my consciousness is often unsettled, you can imagine the kind of ramblings it contains. There's a lot of things in it that would hurt B tremendously. That does concern me, and I've considered keeping it on a separate CD.
Then we have the little matter of the erotica I have saved, both my own, and those gems I've saved by other authors. (Thank God, no pictures.) My taste in erotica is becoming edgier, oriented more toward things BDSM. Not the stuff of mainstream romance novels. Whoever gets to it first is going to get an eyeful. Actually there is a devilish part of me that would love to see the look on that lucky person's face. "Mom! You??" Nothing's more fun than tweaking someone's sense of propriety.
Too bad I don't know how to rig up a self-destruct sequence a la Star Trek. Where's Mr. Spock when you need him?
