Some days are more of an electronic challenge than others. Thanksgiving for us this year was meaningful and simple; writing a blog post at the end of the day, not so much.
My good intentions of writing my post before turkey day arrived were thwarted at every turn. So, with the leftovers in the refrigerator last evening, I sat down to write. Almost to the end of my piece, my computer displayed a multicolored screen, frozen and dead, with several attempts to reboot it back to life unsuccessful. I was way sorry for my loss. I turned to my Kindle Fire for solace, knowing from experience that I can write on it, and I wrote another post. Confident my computer would come back to life in the morning, and I could transfer my words from the Kindle, I went to bed.
This morning my computer is working fine, sweet as pumpkin pie. But, alas, my personal demon, Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda, was still determined to make a point. I turned on my Kindle only to find that my post from last night had ceased to exist. Wow. If I saved it once, I had saved it fifteen times. Obviously, my words were hidden in the depths of an app in a device I didn’t understand as well I thought I did. I can almost hear my computer and Kindle saying, “It’s not us, Maggie, it’s you. All. You.”
There must be a 12-step program out there for procrastinators like me who write at the last minute. I woulda written my post days ago if I coulda made myself sit down and do it. Furthermore, I shoulda known from experience that my electronics would rise up against me for tempting fate. I say, never again. Again.
Point taken. Well played, demon.