The oddest thing just happened to me here.
I responded to this writing challenge from WordPress by writing about how and why I’m a writer.
I wrote for an hour, then two hours, a beautiful essay that summed up so many disparate but connected parts of my life. The timing of this challenge synced perfectly with a need I had to remind myself why writing tops my daily list of things to do.
I felt energized and excited about writing again.
I saved the draft, then left the room to take a couple of photos to include in the post. (See the above photos? Aren’t they nice?)
When I returned to my computer what I had written had disappeared. Poof. Into thin air. Not on some computer cloud on the ethernet, or internet or web or wherever. Just gone.
This magical thing I’d created didn’t exist any more.
Sure I could attempt to recreate it. But all creativity and originality aside, the wind had been taken from my sails. (Yes, it’s a cliche’, deal with it.)
But the words, I just can’t summon them again today.
Silly, I know.
I’ll write again. That is what I do.
I am a writer.