I spent the last forty minutes typing a great post.
A thoughtful post, a post where I took a good hard look at myself and my habits and my situation. A post where I leveled with myself about some hard truths. A cruel post where I questioned what I was really about with this whole blarg and my writing and my life.
And I went to post this post and WordPress ate it. No auto-saved draft anywhere in my site that I can see it. Nothing there when I scroll back through my history.
And it’s kind of funny that I’m sitting here now shouting into the void that tomorrow I’ll remake this post, because the post itself was all about not making excuses and getting the goldfingered work done even when life takes a steaming dump on your plate.
But it really is almost three hours past the time when I should have been in bed, and the kids will be up in oh, less than six hours, and I just don’t have it in me to go through that again tonight. Maybe I’ll find it in the meantime. Maybe it’ll be better if I rewrite it tomorrow. In the meantime, it’ll just have to wait.