Writer behaving badly, by Deborah Jenkins
I've been deleting emails. Not in a measured, organised way but desperately, as my inbox kept warning me with increasing ferocity that it would soon refuse mail. The latest BIG SHOUTY MESSAGE warned me, redly, that it had totally had enough and was over 90% full! Well, you know, that didn't seem that bad to me. I have emails dating back to 2016, which is 5 years. So, by my calculations, I still have around 6 months to go . Not that I would put that to the test. Obviously. I don't want to risk rejecting emails from my family/friends/publisher (I put this one last out of respect to my family and friends). I don't want to buy more storage and, after some research, I now know how to type in things like ' before:2018/01/1' or delete those with large attachments etc. So I gritted my teeth, took a swig of coffee (extra strong) and went for it. In the process of calling up all those old emails, I opened a few. Just to check they weren't the sort that I might on...