Not the Hermaphrodite Post

"The first draft of everything is shit."
-Ernest Hemingway

Earlier today, I'd written a fantastic post about a hermaphrodite that moved into my old neighborhood. I'd spent far more time on that post than I usually do, and I was quite happy with what I'd written.

Then I went to Google.com. Went I realized what I'd done, I pressed the "back" button, only to find that I'd lost everything I'd typed. Dammit, it was a good post too.

It makes me feel better to remember that Hemingway once lost a satchel full of drafts, stories, and various other works in progress. Apparently, his wife at the time had left the satchel on a train, which helps to explain the misogyny in his work that is so apparent to today's readers.

I wonder how Hemingway would handle today's writing world. Would he keep a blog? Would he save frequently throughout his work? If he did keep a blog, would he write out something that brought him great pride, then foolishly go to Google without saving his draft?

Recently, my computer crashed, and I smacked myself for not keeping backup disks of my work. When the computer was returned by Toshiba, I was thrilled to find that I hadn't lost any of my work.

That doesn't bring back my hermaphrodite piece, however, and I will have to write an entirely new draft. Oh well. The first draft of everything is shit, right?