I was about 500 words into a post about Kaye George’s new novel, Choke: An Imogene Duckworthy Mystery, when, upon clicking Save Draft, I received an error message I’d never seen before.
Then I discovered I was logged into HOTSHOTS!, the local Sisters in Crime chapter’s newsletter, and was, in effect, about to post on the wrong blog. The Sisters probably wouldn’t have approved.
Grateful for the error message, I tried to get back to the draft so I could cut and paste it into To write is to write is to write.
Guess what. It wasn’t there. Sometimes To write is not to write.
Sounds downright Shakespearean, doesn’t it?
Never mind.
I then logged into To write, etc., and rummaged around to see whether the vanished draft had somehow landed here. Stranger things have happened. But not this time.
So. I shall behave with my usual grace under pressure. I shan’t say mean things about anyone. Or anything. Or lament the loss of that most excellent essay.
I shall instead close up shop and go to bed.
If, tomorrow, I can bring myself to start again, I shall, but with the knowledge that any attempt to match the quality of the original is futile.
That piece was dead brilliant.
Kathy Waller 