I almost posted an entry this morning but I farted and I lost it. “Well, shishkabob,” I said (plus, a whole lot more).
I wrote about something that I’d been wanting to write about for a long time, but hadn’t because it was a kind of touchy subject. But this morning, the sun, moon and stars were aligned just so and I came up with the perfect way to present this touchy subject. I included links and shared a bunch of helpful information. It took forever to write. I had to take an aspirin because I was frowning so hard at the monitor in concentration. I had to get up and stretch during the writing of it. I might’ve even had lunch.
So I wrote the entire entry in an e-mail, ran it through spell check, then copied it. I’ve done this hundreds of times. I should’ve mailed the e-mail to myself, but I didn’t because I was thisclose to being done. I pasted my this is going to change EVERYthing words of gold into the entry, clicked on the Save button (and my e-mail with everything was right there, right there) and kablooey! the whole program went buh-bye. I’d somehow lost what I copied. I control-veed my keyboard at least ten times and nothing.
I can’t tell you how much this sucked. All of that long, brain-straining work and I was at the final steps to bringing it to light and pfft, it was gone. I wanted to dive into my closet and cry my heart out, but there’s no damn room for anything else in my closet. Meanwhile, I don’t think I could write it the same way if I tried. What does it really matter in the swing of things, anyway?
I’ve been writing. Last weekend, I wrote over 5000 words, which is a record for me because I’m slower than a one-legged turtle. But it gives me hope, great hope.