Where o where has my little post gone?

Blogger lost the entire post I wrote yesterday. My mistake for wanting to revise it later before posting. Because then Blogger shut down and stole my writing. I hope they feel good about themselves, the cutpurses. (That insult, by the way, is an allusion to what my post was all about. And you might never know what it was because I hate recreating writing ideas from scratch.)

So instead of reading more here, you should check out an old post you've not read before. Or check out my author website for some fiction. www.brentwescott.com

UPDATE: Two hours later, my lost post has returned. I suppose I must have shamed Blogger into returning my stolen merchandise. I'm glad I didn't start to rewrite it. Still, who knows what's will happen in the next two hours.

Comments

  1. ChanelMay 13, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    Google is ruining everything!

    I've lost old posts.

    I've lost comments!

    I have no idea what you wrote because I can't read it! Was it funny? I vote it was fascinating.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Brent WescottMay 13, 2011 at 12:58 PM

    You can't read this post, or you can't read comments I posted yesterday? Well, my lost post certainly was fascinating, but I can't vouch for any of my comments.

    This sucks.

    ReplyDelete
  3. NickiMay 18, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    Look at you and your fancy writery site! *Off to go explore it*

    ReplyDelete

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