Bugs have come to the front this week. Bugs of three different kinds to be exact. Each one different in themselves, they’ve appeared to me as though they are part of a three-pronged attack. Mostly in a good way, I hasten to add.
The first bug, figuratively speaking, was that little virus my computer picked up earlier this week. I’ve no idea from where it came, but nowadays all you need to do is look at a picture in the wrong way and you’ve unleashed a multitude of problems upon yourself.
I know about the warnings of using links in emails, and I know not to use them and visit the websites I need to directly, but sometimes, I’m lazy. Sometimes, before I’ve even realised what I’ve done, the link is clicked, and the website is open, and I’m looking for a particular book to buy, or post to read. Oh, I know not all links in emails contain these hidden threats, but some do. And, just by looking at them, we can’t tell.
Whether I’ll stop being as lazy in the future only time will tell, but for now, I know that I’ll be fine on that front. Hopefully. With fingers crossed!
On Wednesday, I think, I was watching a quiz show on TV and one of the questions referred to the genre catered for by Ladybird Books. Obviously, the answer was children’s, but as soon as I heard the question I was transported back to my childhood, with books about pirates, and animals, and fairy tales scattered all around me. I’m unsure if Ladybird Books are printed in the same format now as they were all those years ago, but back then they were small hard-backed books, with text on one side and wonderfully painted full-page pictures on the other. I’d spend more time looking at the pictures than reading, but eventually the story got read. Again and again.
One thing I always remember about those books was the logo on the covers for the books. A bright red ladybird, usually in the corner somewhere. I also remember, one day when feeling extremely tired, the ladybird came alive off the page and flew out and attacked me. Needless to say, that particular book was flung to the other side of the room, and it was a while before I read that story again. I’m not entirely sure, but it could have been the wonderful take of Chicken Licken, or The Little Red Hen:
That particular incident, apart from the not picking up the book for a few months, didn’t really affect me and it didn’t scar me for life. And today, I have a wonderful relationship with any ladybird who happens to fly into my path, and decides to rest on me. I allow them to walk across my hands for as long as they want to, until they fly away, onwards with the rest of their lives.
The final bug is a bug I have caught. It’s actually a bug that has taken me over, completely. The writing bug. I love it! I see any situation now, and see myself writing about it in my mind’s eye. I think about the ways I can describe the event, I think of different angles to approach the event from, I think of different words that I can use whilst writing. I then think if there are any ways I can re-visit the event at a later time, and write about that too. The odd thing that I have found myself doing, is having a running commentary about whatever task I am doing at that time.
Another voice in my head. I haven’t got a name for this Inner Voice yet. As I was typing that, the name ‘Inner Bug’ came to mind, but although it fits in with this post quite nicely, I can’t see it as being an appropriate name for all time. Although, having said that, if I am going to walk around with a constant narration going on over everything I am doing, the Inner Bug title will eventually become very apt indeed. However, for now, the running commentary is fine. Hopefully, it will help for the days when I have nothing to write about for my blog. Even with all of these different personalities appearing to me at random, I still find times where I have nothing to write about. Today, though, isn’t one of them!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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