So eep. I spent a bunch of time this week writing my planned blog post: Twitterpated, Part 3. For once I actually sat down before Sunday night and organized my thoughts and had the thing all ready to post for you. And my post was actually going to be useful (or so I told myself in my massively narcissistic mind).
I just wanted to add a picture.
Just a picture!
And then, oh yeah, I needed to add this other link to Twitterpated, Part 4, because yes, I was just that organized this week.
Happy, no?
*Sigh*
No, it was not happy at all.
Because when I closed Part 3 (after SAVING it!), Blogger ate the post and then spit out a second, identical copy of “Twitterpated, Part 4.”
The thing is, I don’t really need 2 copies of the same post. And I betting you don’t either.
So I flailed in woe for a minute. Made my husband put his book down to come make sure I wasn’t going crazy. Then stubbornly refused to try to rewrite the thing.
And in the end, I thanked my lucky stars I only lost a blog post instead of a chapter (or worse, a whole book!).
Still. Blogger and I? Not on good terms right now.
Have you ever lost a piece of your writing? Tell me about it to console my frustrated little heart.
And maybe by next week I’ll be over my Blogger tantrum and try to reconstruct my Twitterpated post. *sigh*