Last night as I sat down at the computer, excited at returning to “Nathan 9”, prepared to write, too many ideas to contemplate flitted through my mind. Oooh this was so delightful, and my fingers flew over the computer keys as the story flowed. As a writer, you know how delightful that can be, how welcome. You don’t have to ponder, wonder, compose, think about what is happening, it just “happens”. It’s unsolicited and completely clear.
The pages were filling up, and it probably would have been the longest post on Nathan yet. I was ecstatic beyond measure. I got up, made a cup of tea and returned to the keyboard. I prepared to hit enter to send when I had a brilliant add-on I thought would be perfect. As I hit shift to capitalize the first sentence of the new paragraph, I heard a resounding “pink” and my copy was gone, obliterated, deceased. At first, I was startled, and annoyed. No matter, WordPress back everything up, about every two to three minutes so I’ll hit back and draft and return to my work.
Not a chance. It was completely gone. There was no backup, there was no draft! I even closed the program and restarted it, fully confident my work was there. I went through the process and re-opened the page found the draft (sigh of relief) the page was blank. Absolutely completely blank except for the title. There staring at me in bold letters was (Nathan 9) but the page was empty except for a “y” which was the ending of a word in the last sentence typed.
It was irksome, more than irksome. I was so irked I closed the entire program, because to my mind every word was perfect and I was pleased. Doing these “off the cuff” pieces leave me feeling more than a little uncertain, as I don’t edit or change or re-arrange what I’ve said, it’s completely off the top of my head. I’ve been enjoying writing the pieces, but also challenging myself to come up with interesting prose. Feeling very frustrated I watched a movie before returning to try again.
Although I managed to finish the piece, it was irksome to find it wasn’t nearly as good as the original piece I’d written.
Irksome! Me! In triplicate!