The Morning After Devastation
Last night, despite my exhaustion, I sat in bed and wrote my first piece for this new blog. Inspired by Earth Day, the writing just kept flowing and before I knew it I had finished a blog that I was proud of and couldn’t wait to share as my first instalment to this website.
Then the unthinkable happened…
As I jumped tabs to find a suitable picture to accompany my words, I returned to a refreshed screen and not a scrape of my blog to be found. To put it plain; I was devastated (and still am).
When inspiration just flows it is a wonderful feeling. Writing is so therapeutic in many ways and you get a finished product at the end of it that is a tiny piece of who you are. You don’t need to have an English degree to be able to write. “There is nothing to writing – all you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed” as Ernest Hemingway said.
So the feeling of pouring your heart and soul into a piece you feel so passionately about for it to disappear at the last second is gutting. Such is life…
My Earth Day post may be lost to the stratosphere (there’s no way I could rewrite it now) but at least I have experienced the rollercoaster of emotions that writing produces, even if I was extremely tired and emotional. Writing is an outlet for creativity and in a world where there are so many guidelines for what you must do and how you must be, having an outlet for your thoughts and opinions is wonderful.
Every thing happens for a reason and I learnt a very valuable lesson last night… ALWAYS press ‘Save Draft’.