Did you ever lose an email?

I have heard of famous authors' losing their entire novels, and then sitting down and writing them all over again. I don't know how they do that.  First of all, I would be weeping. And then I wouldn't have the stamina of heart to write it all over again.

A couple of days ago I wrote a brilliant amusing clever email, and today I thought I would show it off on the blog -- impress everyone with how witty I am.

Not only am I not able to find my email, I cannot even find the email I responded to. What happened here? Did I make this all up? Did I dream it? I don't think so. But where did it go, and what does it mean?

This is mighty peculiar. I don't delete any emails so quickly.

Alas, the greatest email I ever wrote has been lost to posterity.

Was it just not meant to be?

Then I looked again just now, and I found it.  Really, I didn't know I would find it. It was totally entitled something else.

And do you know what? There was no Eureka after I read it over. It wasn't as great as I thought. In fact, this email was better left lost. What a disappointment. How embarrassing. What is worse than trying to be funny when it just doesn't work? I suppose sending it is worse. Finding it again is worse.

But I will undoubtedly get over this and, alas, write other emails just as witless.

Did you ever lose an email?