Since March I’ve been working on a post, one of those list kind I added to as ideas flashed into my mind. While tweaking and editing it last night, the entire thing vanishes into the wild blue cyber-yonder. Van-i-shes, I tell you. And after throwing away all of my one thousand hard earned words, my computer had the audacity to immediately autosave the new empty draft.
I wanted to scream. To curse. To throw my laptop out my second story window.
I did two out of three.
After hunting and searching and coming up empty, I sat down to rewrite as much as was still fresh in my memory. I scratched down a few things, but the words just weren’t coming. In frustration I slammed my laptop shut. Then it occurred to me I might not be the only one who has faced this injustice. So, I resolutely opened the laptop again and googled “rescue deleted blog draft.” Lo and behold, google came through and showed me how to recover up to 25 of my latest revisions. Oh, sweet Jesus, was I ever thankful.
Let it be said that google covers a multitude of sins.
My post wasn’t lost, it was just playing hide and seek. Thankfully I had the tools to find it, but it took proactive effort to use them, to rescue what was gone. Screaming and cursing got me nowhere. Patience and persistence did. May I remember this in other areas of my life, too.