I see other bloggers refer to posts they’ve found in their Drafts folder. I think, “I wish I had a Drafts folder. I publish everything, no matter how crappy it is.”
Evidently not! A recent search to see if I have have yet bragged about how much I love my new bacon burner (broiler pan) pulled up an incoherent, unpublished draft post about religion.
They were very drafty. Many posts I found in Draft status had already been merged as a bullet in another post, so I immediately deleted them when I saw them.
A number of posts were nothing but the title:
- fire and George – these were a pair of artists Gary and I encountered over thirty years ago. Fire wrapped a silver wire through her coiffure. I know I’ve mentioned them before.
- Dog autism hard cuddle – this dates all the way back to when I had dogs. I think I was about to compare thunder shirts and weighted blankets to the deep pressure that soothes some people with autism. It must have occurred to me that is offensive, thank god, because it is.
- Striesandeffect / Aniston efect? /hilary eggevt? – I know I mentioned the Streisand Effect. But I’m pretty sure I didn’t mention the Aniston Effect – “using heartbreak as a catalyst for growth.” And the Hillary Effect is the name of a book, that’s all I know.
Somehow, along with the dismissed or deleted, there are seven draft posts, and thus we have a Friday series called Stop Me If I’ve Said This Before. (I vaguely remember posting some of this garbage before, but the search says I haven’t.) I will include the draft stream of consciousness post, and then a translation of what the hell it might have meant. We’re all about the process here.
Well, not ALL about the process: you haven’t heard me learn to play the guitar.
Then again, publishing the draft posts is scraping the very bottom of the barrel. Perhaps someday I will record my plunky attempts to play “I Vow To Thee My Country,” the song I’ve been working on for five years.