This morning I’m frustrated. Again.
It’s a dating problem. Story of my life.
Ignoring, forgetting, misremembering, a typo.
Each day I save my writing drafts under that day and date,
always absolutely certain I’ve entered them correctly as I hit “save.”
If I want to search for a day and date, I simply type it in
and voila, I and my mind-wanderings back then reunite.
Strangely, when I do the “save as” my mind seems frighteningly often to drift,
roaming distraction’s range, a sentry on guard for eternity
who only ever spots nothing.
“Often” in the sense of constantly and without surcease.
What I really should do is forget about the day and date and just have an eternally running draft,
one I know started at some time and is current as of today.
What does dating a day’s draft signify anyway?
Some days the writing works better than others.
There’s never necessarily any progress being made.
Good writing is really a random occurrence for me.
Some days I’m on, and some days I should just hit delete.