A “Behind the Curtain” tidbit:
I like to keep a number of posts ahead as a hedge against unforeseen circumstances, or for when I’m on vacation somewhere where I will not be writing and I want to leave you something to read while I’m away.
Sometimes, however, I will write a post whose content requires immediate publication because of its currency, like the one I wrote recently about a homegrown train wreck, the misbehaving, red-faced Mayor of Toronto.
When I write a post that I believe would benefit from immediate publication, what I do is, I bump a scheduled but less urgent post to the back of the pack (my blog program allows me to schedule posts ahead) and I insert the post that needs immediate publishing in its place.
What a lengthy build-up this has turned out to be. I am starting to wonder if it’s worth it. Oh well. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say in England, although I lived there for a year and a half and I never heard anyone say that once.
Let’s get specific here. I write a post about this hot-air balloon of a mayor on November the Twenty-first and I originally slot it at the end of the line of my already scheduled blog posts, the date being December the Sixth.
I then think the better of that idea and I instead schedule the “Idiot Mayor” post for November the Twenty-second, which was the day after I wrote it.
Normally, what this would mean was that, at least temporarily, there would be two blog posts scheduled for November the Twenty-second. My next step would be to delete the post originally scheduled for November the Twenty-second, rescheduling it for December the Sixth.
And then I’d have lunch.
The thing is, however, when I scroll down the “Scheduling List” to November the Twenty-second, I do not see two blog posts listed for that day, only the post about the “Idiot Mayor.”
What I am telling you, therefore, is that the story I had originally scheduled for November the Twenty-second…
Had completely and totally…
(I would say, “Cue the ‘Twilight Zone’ music”, but that’s a cliché and everyone knows I do not stoop to the obvious. Though I am not averse to snootily dismissing the possibility in passing.)
I was certain there had been a post there. I had posts scheduled five days a week all the way to December the Fifth. And I do not as a rule leave gaps. There is no reason I would arbitrarily skip November the Twenty-second. There had definitely been something scheduled for that particular day.
But where on earth was that blog post now?
(It has just flashed in my mind that perhaps the larger-than-life-but-not-in-a-good-way Mayor of Toronto had eaten it. But I dismissed that possibility as being both a cheap shot and highly unlikely.)
Desperately, I scrolled up and down the “Scheduling List”, searching for the post that seemed somehow to have evaporated into thin air. But to no avail. My once-scheduled blog post was nowhere to be found.
I then panicked because, when my carefully planned routine is unexpectedly disrupted, that’s what I do. However, after a surprising short time – for me – my panic surrendered its grip and my reinstated consciousness came up with an idea.
Before I transfer my posts to my blog, I first write and rework their contents on Microsoft Word. Therefore, to alleviate this crisis, all I had to do was to go to Microsoft Word, refer to the list of my most recent writings, and compare it with the list of scheduled posts. The title I found listed in Microsoft Word that was not included on my blog’s advanced “Scheduling List” – that would be my missing blog post!
I would then “Copy” and “Paste” the elusive post from Microsoft Word to my blog, schedule it for December the Sixth, and – “Bob’s your uncle” whatever that means – the post is returned and scheduled, rather than lost and wasted.
Am I a genius, or what?
It turns out, I’m a “what.”
Comparing the two lists, I discovered that there was no Word document over the past month that had not already been transferred to my blog.
Apparently, my originally-scheduled November the Twenty-second story had vanished from Microsoft Word as well.
It appeared that my errant story was nowhere to be found.
I was extremely unhappy. And highly agitated to boot. I had written a post and I was unable to locate it anywhere, meaning in practical terms that I had worked very hard for a considerable number of hours for nothing. And now no one would ever get to enjoy it. Including myself. As I had no idea what I had written.
Truth be told – and I actually have told it in this venue – over the years, I have had other things disappear on me. I have two stick pens from my desk set that go away – not together, separately – often for months at a time. Though they always, eventually, reappear.
I have also reported losing a clipboard while I was actually using it. It took me two hours to track it down, and through that entire period – from “lost” until “found” – all I was doing was sitting in a chair!
But the clipboard also came back. This blog post seems to have vamoosed for the duration!
I just hate the idea of wasted work. I mean, who knows? That missing one? That could have been the most spectacular blog post I had ever written. On the other hand, you know about the unconscious. The post may well have contained a story I was secretly ashamed of, and somehow my unconscious, feeling guilty for making the story conscious in the first place – and then public – found some mysterious way of protecting me from the embarrassment.
I hope it’s that second one. And if it is, thank you.
There is, however, a lesson in this misfortune.
You make plans for certain eventualities and then unforeseen eventualities make a laughingstock of your plans.
On the bright side, it at least gave me something to write about.
But, since this is merely a replacement for the post that deconstructed into the ether, it will not get me one blog post ahead.
It will only keep me even.