I wrote it a couple of weeks ago. I
even wrote a blog a couple of weeks about writing it. So, then, why
was I so shocked when I noticed it was printed Wednesday?
Sometimes, I amaze even myself. Not in
a good way, mind you, but sometimes I amaze even myself.
As I mentioned in that blog a few weeks
ago I've been writing a lot recently. One of those things was a
newspaper article for the History Center's weekly Mining Journal bit.
After writing it I sent it in and promptly forgot about it, at least
until I took a look at Wednesday's paper and saw a slightly familiar
looking picture on the front page teasing an article on the back
page.
That, of course, would be the article I
wrote and then promptly forgot about.
I know these are bizarre times and I
know that everyone's been thrown off their game, but still. Have I
really been writing so much that once I press “save” I totally
forget about it? Does that means there are other things out there
that'll surprise me when they're published? Does that mean I even
have my own version of “War & Peace” saved on a hard drive
somewhere, awaiting discovery?
Nothing would shock me any more.
One of the things I think I might do
this weekend—should I find a few extra minutes in between writing
things—would be to go back and re-read the past six or seven weeks
of these. In all honesty, I don't even remember what most of them
were about, despite the fact that I've kind of been using them as a
personal diary for live during pandemic time. I'm hoping I haven't
repeated and/or embarrassed myself; however, I make no guarantees.
After all, if I can't remember writing
a %R$&_$# newspaper article, why should I remember one blog out
of a series of 40-some since this started?
Sigh.
8-)
On that note, have yourself a great
(and safe) weekend. If you have a little time and the desire to
check out the newspaper article I forgot I write, just click here!
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