So, I feel like an explanation is owed because of a blog post and subsequent social media updates that went out this morning.
If you were paying attention this morning, there was a post about a pregnant lady who’s husband had just died.
It was up for about half an hour.
I need to explain that.
No, nobody died.
No, I’m not pregnant.
However, I am writing a novel.
I sometimes use the WordPress app on my phone as a place to write things down if they come to me while I’m out and about… Most often when I’m on the subway.
There’s no wireless reception in most of the subway system, so I sort of got in the habit of just sitting save and forgetting about it because the app sends things to the local draft box if you don’t have a connection. However, there is reception in Midtown and when I got off on my stop, I was in a hurry to save and I forgot that the app defaults to publish not draft, so I saved it and it went off to the public.
I was also late to work this morning because of a thunderstorm… which meant I went straight to a 10:30 meeting instead of going to my desk, and the blog post sat there public facing for about 40 minutes until I got an IM from my friend Sam saying, “probably everyone is going to ask you this now, but about your last blog post… it is very alarming out of context (and maybe also in context).”
And suddenly I realized, “Oh shit… I accidentally blogged that.”
So, I had to go and pull down my post, and then pull down the posts to Twitter and Facebook…. and a couple of people on Twitter were pretty concerned.
So here’s the official statement… Everything is fine. No need to worry.
Moral of the story, make sure drafts are marked as drafts.
Oh, and for anyone curious as to what the fuss was all about, this is what I had posted this morning:
A hard hospital waiting room chair and a doctor saying, “I’m so sorry, we lost him.”
A brief thought to the effect of, “For the best anyway, who needs a drunkard husband with a head injury anyway?”
Then, to add insult to injury the baby within decides to tap dance on your bladder.
Clearly, you’re fucked.