
How would you feel if you entire backlog of drafts (and don’t lie, I know you’ve got them!) were posted without your knowledge. Just one blip and everything that you didn’t feel fit for publishing was laid bare for all of the Interwebs to see?
It happened to me yesterday, at least I thought I did, some WordPress blip caused part of my (published) archive to be sent to my RSS fed with no explanation. I was flcking through google reader and noticed that MummyBlog had eleven unread posts – when it should have only had one.
For some reasons I instantly assumed that my drafts had all gone live. I panicked.
Not like broke a nail panic. I mean someone is sitting on my chest, hysterical sobbing and my hands vibrating as I navigate to the site to try and delete my never meant to be shared thoughts from the internet.
I have 32 drafts sitting in that folder. They’re not unpublished because they’re not good enough (over the last 12 years of blogging (holycrud I’m old) I have learned that there is no such thing as “not good enough”), just incomplete thoughts or posts that were finished but just too raw to share with the world.
Most of the drafts were written during my hiatus, and about five of them were probably just incomplete thoughts, the rest were full fledged posts. I’d write them about once a month, all ready to announce my come back to the online world, which, to be perfectly honest, is far kinder to me than the real world, and it was just all too much. I wrote the post, designated it as a draft forever more and decided that I’d just try again next week.
So when I thought my drafts had gone live, and my soul exposed without my permission, I freaked out and had a little bit of a meltdown.
The kind of meltdown where I’m screeching at Dan “WHY DID YOU PUBLISH MY DRAFTS!!!?” like a mad banshee and demanding the internet go faster so that I can delete any shred of evidence that those thoughts ever existed.
Of course, it was just a kooky WP blip, and I logged on to see my 32 drafts sitting safe and sound, probably wondering what all the drama was about.
My reaction honestly surprised me, and got me wondering what other bloggers had hidden in their drafts? Is it writings not “good enough” to be published (and if so, put those puppies up!), incomplete thoughts, your deepest darkest writings or something else? And do you think you’ll ever publish them?








