Tuesday, January 24, 2017

You're Sure Of What You've Got Till It's Gone

I had a really clever tale to share with you today. Things that happened to me in town. Things that might give a more timid, less self-assured woman an inferiority complex. Yes, I had notes. Key words. Little turns of phrases and references that fit right in. It was a masterpiece in the making. Perhaps a Blogbel Prize winner.

Alas. It was not to be. The Mansion was plunged into darkness this afternoon. A darkness darker than a dark basement lair. The power went off right when I had settled down to my blogging business.

That's how I do. I get an idea. Sometimes leave a couple notes in a post that I mark DRAFT. I look through it the night before. Touch on it mentally every now and then. Usually a lot of idea start flowing right after I get up. Usually while I'm in the shower. Maybe my brain circulation is stimulated in there. Like when Lucy used that scalp massager thingy on Ricky. Anyhoo...as I drive to town and back, the ideas build upon each other.

When I sit down at my New Delly with my 44 oz Diet Coke and my lunch, I open up a Word file and type my ideas all willy-nilly. Misspellings about (oh, the irony!) abound. Sometimes I'm on the wrong keys. But I can still gather the gist of it when I'm ready to write it. That's how stuff comes to me. Bits and pieces, and sometimes the best ones poof away into thin air. Sometimes I have my little notebook with me in town, and I can jot them down when I stop.

Yes, I go on about my business of lunch and heavy Diet-Coke-drinking, reading not-real news and watching YouTube videos and catching up on my conspiracies and seeing what commenters have to say about Teen Mom 2. Safe in the assumption that my evening post is percolating, my ideas recorded, ready to be whipped into shape.

Except when the power goes off.

I had not saved today's thoughts in my Blogger draft. Not named my Word file, nor saved it. Darn me! Darn me all to heck!

I can't remember a thing about the original idea. But I think I can piece together this morning's happenings.

Tomorrow.

6 comments:

Sioux said...

HM--But a bit of Joni Mitchell in the title makes it all good...

Hillbilly Mom said...

I knew you would get that one! The theme carries over into the next post.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I hate it when that happens! My internet is soooooo slow and my irritation can make a good idea fly right out of my head. Or, it could be dementia from my meds? No, just irritation.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
Yeah. Who knows how many Pulitzers and Nobels we've lost...

fishducky said...

I'm sure it would have won some sort of a prize!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

fishducky,
Positively. And made me a million, too!