User:AfricanHaremKing

Basically I like fantasy and sci-fi and watched a lot of it growing up I would even jot down scenarios and do sketches something I did more of as the good shows ended or were canceled. Then when I went into the military a flood destroyed all my work and I had gotten away from seriously drawing for years. The lack of good shows led me to write more (amateur) stuff I found original and entertaining, around 2009 I bought a laptop specifically for my stories and transferred the pen &paper to digital.

After the huge effort because of a few similarities between what I wrote and movies that were coming out I grew paranoid, to be clear it wasn't verbatim what I wrote. It just seemed like someone read my work developed something similar influenced by it then Hollywooded up (ruined), it really stood out to me. So when I found missing stories and chunks of story ripped out of notebooks I burned the originals (Big Mistake).

Because I was able to work much more efficiently on the laptop I thought I didn't need them besides they were personal and meant for my entertainment. I thought about this way if someone did steal an idea then made ton of money and got away with what would stop them from doing it again? Who would believe it? How do you prove it? So after that I just wrote stories ideas poured from my head like a faucet I wrote every one but didn't treasure them all some were incomplete but I had what I feel was some real gems.

Roughly two years after I bought the laptop the battery died a year after that the replacement died so I became content working plugged in and just hibernating to save before moving. It was stupid but I developed a workflow for getting ideas out quickly and nothing else.

As an idea(s) came up that didn't fit into my current story I wrote it opened a new window cut and pasted it returning to it as I got stumped on my current story I'd switch. Saving was an after thought it was not uncommon for me to be working on fourteen stories at once and I never closed WordPad windows. Windows 7 was just rock solid for me that I didn't worry I did have early saves but when the written zoned me out I would be too into what I was doing.

Then it happened. Not my faithful laptop which I affectionately referred to as Lucille (a homage to BB King) as some of you might be thinking but the wife. She knew better she was well aware I made it painfully clear for years my UPS secured laptop was not to be moved unless it was hibernate first. My wife more akin to the Lamia described on this site wanted to go swimming "What about Lucille I can't leave her behind?"

She pleaded with me to stop working on my stories and go swimming so I agreed asking her to pack up Lucille to bring her with as she had done hundreds of times before. I then started to gather notebooks used to right down info or doodles I made to keep an idea of how something looked in my head.

I froze. I could have sworn I felt fear coming from Lucille and her call out to me, I felt it, inexplicably I turned to see her reaching for the power instead of closing it and waiting for her to sleep. The alarm in my voice was about as effective as stopping a child's out reached hand from touching the hot stove.

"You saved it right?" That she asked the question meant she knew the answer, as she played the fool I rebooted asshole clenched, some things... roughly 35 stories completely gone. The ones that were saved were early versions I think I had 4-5 stories intact, part of my heart and soul disappeared that day and yes we are still married some how.

Later on I found this site looking for a old comic(US) that had anthropomorphic people in it a friend introduced me to so after a long time stalking I finally decided to register. I recently started back writing but it just doesn't have soul like it use to.. I still have interesting ideas from time to time but it tends to come out like vomit instead of art.