Spying The Good

I almost died this morning, of embarrassment, when I logged onto my blog and saw that a post I was writing which was still in it’s very messy draft stage was no longer in the draft file but was published on my blog.  By accident yesterday, while I was writing, talking on the phone, telling Julian it was time to get ready for bed and feeding Bella, I hit the publish button that sits beside the save button.

I’m the type of writer who throws a lot onto a blank page and then I start mining the chaos.  I move words around, I change thoughts, I discover better ways to say what I want to say, I have fun, and before I hit publish, I reread to see if there is any semblance of sense.  But that darned save button sits beside the publish button and my slip of a finger publicly confirmed that things aren’t written, they’re rewritten.

I removed the post and have kept my fingers crossed that not too many people saw it.  I’ll revisit the intended post tomorrow and see if the intention of what I wanted to say comes back to me.  If not, there is another button close by, called Delete.  I know exactly where it is.