As it stands, I have 25 posts in my Drafts folder right now.
They are only drafts because most of them did not have the brevity to carry an entire post on themselves, so they were discarded into the Drafts folder until I could expound on them later.
Right; like that would ever happen. Me, with the attention span of a tuna. No way.
So they’ve been bugging me, and this week I’ve decided to weed them out of my life once and for all. I have a dream, my friends. I have a dream that someday I will wake up without the shadow of drafts hanging over my head. That someday I will finally live in a draft-free world, where I can open WordPress™ and not be burdened by guilt and shame at the sight of my numerous extensive failures.
It’s a great dream, and it begins today.
For the drafts that won’t ever amount to much of anything, I am either going to copy out worthwhile snippets and paste them into this post, or simply delete them altogether. Then, I will take the remainder of the drafts—posts that I really do need to finish—and finish them.
A novel idea.
Snippets of Drafts:
• “I’m turning 23. Who even cares about turning twenty-three? Twenty-three brings neither the excitement of 21, nor the sophistication and divisibility of 25. It’s easily the lousiest odd number between twenty and thirty.” (From Sept. 9, 2009)
• “Some of my life’s most valuable lessons have revolved around SH!T.” (From August 19, 2009)
• “I’m sure if I was the type of person to drink, I would drink Mike’s Hard Lemonade. It’s beautiful, and just the sort of drink a chic person like myself would carry. I mean, just look at it:” (From March 8, 2009)