How to have the best and worse week in three easy steps.

“Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we raise them. May we be them.”

Happy International Women’s Day.

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If you follow me on Instagram you will see a post I made a few weeks ago about a hack on my account. If you’re not following me on Instagram, what’s a girl got to do, wine and dine you?

A few weeks ago my account was hacked. But I didn’t find this out after the fact; I found this out while they were in the process of hacking my account. I received a notification that my email was being changed and did I want to change it. Err..no.

When I tried to open my Instagram it said my password had been changed and I no longer had access to it, oh and my username no longer existed. Luckily I have a very tech savvy fourteen-year-old who found a way in (I won’t say how in case I get hacked again). When my son got into my account the hacker was literally in the process of changing all my details. We watched in disbelief as he tried to change my email and we quickly changed it back. It really was a ‘fastest finger on the buzzer’ thing, and if this was a TV show I would have been at the edge of my seat screaming “ faster, type faster dammit!”

My son was faster and locked the hacker out. So can we just take a minute to appreciate his awesomeness? can we also take a minute to consider what you would have done in this situation? I have realised that in moments of personal panic my hands and my brain do not coordinate as they should. In fact, I may go as far as to say, I forgot how to type, I also forgot who I was and what I was doing there.

This all happened at the same time I was fighting a cold, and the deep dark endless hole that is writing. You know the days when you stare at a blank screen and wonder where all the words in your head have gone? And why there is a bird giving you the side eye in the garden?

So I was shocked and elated to wake to a message on my twitter from online writing magazine ADHOC FICTION informing me that I had won their weekly writing competition.

To which I responded in the only professional way I know how “whaat?! Is this real life?”

I have since checked the responses of previous winners which have been an unflappable “thank you so much” and a graceful “what lovely news to wake up to.”

I then tried to change my response to a more reserved “oh what lovely news, thank you.” But it had already been retweeted into the internetsphere so, yay!

Nevertheless, not to be out beaten by embarrassing responses sent out to the world, I continued to party like it was 1991 ( thank you 90s R&B). Well, it’s not often that I win something, and after the week I had, ill or not, I deserved to get a good running man out of my system.

What do you mean no-one does the running man anymore?

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5 Comments

  1. March 8, 2017 / 9:29 pm

    Congratulations on your accomplishment! ~ hope you’re feeling a bit better now.

  2. March 8, 2017 / 9:29 pm

    I’m so glad you were able to outhack the hacker! ^-^

  3. March 26, 2017 / 7:33 pm

    Hmmm.. that reminds me i have some security changes to make. Thanks:)

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