preMEDitated

I should have finished the previous post earlier.
In fact, I did finish that post about Legend of the Seeker earlier. I finished the original with a fiery passion akin to the Muses’ influence in classical Greek literature. Yet my work became like ashes as the last five paragraphs were lost to cyberspace oblivion. I blame it on server issues, but the fact remained that my work had gone to waste.
I felt something strange the moment I realized that there was really nothing I could do, except rewrite the piece. It felt as if a part of me left, as if there was a hole where the influence that fed the passion of disappointment over the series, used to be.
I could remember the general flow of the piece, but trying to rewrite it just didn’t feel right. So I drank a glass of water as if it would fill the gap where the influence used to be. Then I had to force myself to remember what I felt when I wrote the piece. What was left made me think of Muse leavings, but it was enough.
I came up with something that resembled the original. I think it lacks an edge, but at the least the post is repaired. Yet somehow, I could not stop thinking about the piece that got away, and is now floating in cyberspace oblivion.