You know how it goes.  I just finished typing a blog about money and suddenly I found myself on an entirely different page.  I may have to suggest to tumblr that they save drafts as frequently as gmail does.  I’m on my eleventh post and this is the second time that’s happened and my work’s been gone.  Poof.

I know what you’re thinking.  I could write this in word or even google documents and not have this happen to me, but let’s get real here.  How naturally can I pour my thoughts out, unadulterated, if I need those words to pass through a whole sequence.  Basically, I have a lot to do.  

Much of it I have to do over because I think my keyboard is a bit of a subversive.  It claims to be ergonomic and strewn with conveniences, but I suspect it’s the source of many of the ditches I run into.  

Yesterday I submitted a press release about my album while I was still writing it.

This morning I was repeatedly signed out of a music site I’m trying to submit my tracks to.

These are all things that, if done succesfully, would contribute to my happiness. Unfortunately, each time I think I’m moving forward, this cushioned, over-blown typewriter mocks me.  Such is my life.  Striving IS a trap!  Aha!