The water or the wave?

Just about every little thing I read concerning the life and methods of James Joyce amazes me. Tonight I read about there being some-250 known records of, pretty much, everything that has survived of his writing; notebooks, letters, drafts, etc. I will make a point before the end of the semester to see what NIU's library has to offer of Joyce lore.

I've been thinking, if I do inherit any sort of fame in the future might my earlier writings be published post-mortem? If, by some stroke of fate, it happens that I write some magnificent work of literature, to be researched and discussed for hundreds of years, will scholars track down every blog post, every word document, every notebook page, scrap, and typescript that I have had mind of keeping thus far? Because, well, wouldn't that be something--

two hundred years from now, a university grad student scrolling down a collected publication of my ramblings on some unknown format of data storage, possibly online, possibly a micro-disk thing. Running across this, what will he or she (or it?) be thinking?

I wonder if non-authors have considered this? People that wrote, thirty years ago and now-deceased, in their spare time, if their works would be discovered and published. If they might end up peering from some afterlife, or just checking in every now and then, to see if they have become the next Lovecraft.

If I am lucky (or unlucky if I snap or become some madman hated by Russia... maybe...) they'll find out that I didn't write my Philosophy paper today. Instead, I'm taking my chances tomorrow that I'll have the weekend to write it. Just like I took a chance this morning getting an extra 2 hours of sleep, skipping, once again, my statistics class. Again I /plan/ on making it the next time, but... well, if I'm lucky, they'll figure out what actually happened in another post or two.

Or maybe not...