Last Saturday night, I was inspired.  I wrote for three hours straight.  It was a beautiful piece about god babies and mass at the Basilica of the Virgin of Guadalupe, wise kings and day old gifts, local celebrations, music, and my husband’s disappeared daughter.  Then something happened to my computer as I was switching between the Visual screen and the Code screen – and in the fraction of a second before my hovering mouse clicked on the Code tab, I noticed the Save and Continue Editing button, as if lit from within – but it was too late.  The mouse clicked.  My screen froze.  And three hours of eloquence and damn fine research got flushed into cyberspace.

 Tonight I’m coming off a 16 hour work day – and there’s nothing left to wring out of this rag right now.  I’ve backspaced over typos almost as many strokes as I’ve moved the cursor forward just writing this far.  Time for bed.  Tomorrow will still be Saturday and maybe I’ll get something solid down after the sun comes up and goes down again.