Last night, I spent two hours typing in pages of my chicken scratches to formulate the final piece of the Closet Monster story. It was long enough that I stopped typing last night and saved the entry to finish tonight. My back went out this morning, so finishing it tonight was a no-go, but I wanted to check and see just where I stopped typing yesterday.
And guess what?
The draft entry is gone. Totally gone. Hours of work, eaten by Blogger. I could weep.
Serves me right for not just finishing it last night. Dammit.
Can't sit at the computer for more than a few minutes, so recreation of the wheel will have to wait a while. (For the four people actually reading this.)
Crapsky.
