I haven't perfected this yet
There are any number of reasons I haven't posted since Friday. It could be that because of the hot weather, I haven't really been walking much, so I don't have material. Also, walking loosens things up for me. The converse would mean that if I don't walk, I'm blocked.
The second potential reason is that, while at Sase's BBQ way the fuck out on Long Island on Saturday, Erik told me that he'd heard that I am writing a book. He was intrigued, and wanted to hear more about it, if I felt like talking about it. Nothing could have been gentler or more respectful. He'd like to start writing himself, and did I have any advice for how he could find the time. I found myself telling him about this blog, and how great it was to have something that I wrote every day that had no pressure attached to it. Clearly, I jinxed myself.
So, I got nothing. If you want something to read, go read a real blog. Always funny, always insightful, always there. How does she do it?
The second potential reason is that, while at Sase's BBQ way the fuck out on Long Island on Saturday, Erik told me that he'd heard that I am writing a book. He was intrigued, and wanted to hear more about it, if I felt like talking about it. Nothing could have been gentler or more respectful. He'd like to start writing himself, and did I have any advice for how he could find the time. I found myself telling him about this blog, and how great it was to have something that I wrote every day that had no pressure attached to it. Clearly, I jinxed myself.
So, I got nothing. If you want something to read, go read a real blog. Always funny, always insightful, always there. How does she do it?
posted by Excellent Walker at 4:48 PM
3 Comments:
I'm sacrificing a large chicken for you right now. You are now unjinxed. No pressure -- just keep writing since you write seriously good and interesting shit.
Why is "shit" an acceptable synonym for stuff? I should have just written stuff, but shit makes me sound more bad ass-y. In any case, I like readiny what you write and have missed your blog presence.
You know, for one heady and completely deluded moment, I thought maybe I would be the "real blog" link. Oh, Ellen. I thought, you are so kind, so hyperbolic, I don't deserve... I wasn't. Curses. Clearly I have some way to go yet. But Dooce is pretty darn good, I agree.
I've long given up on posting every day. I have something to say, I say it. I don't, it's quiet for a week, no apologies. Dooce is probably a blog-bot disguised as a smart, incredibly funny woman.
I thought it'd be Stuntmother as well...she makes me laugh. There's no need to wrack yourself about not blogging every day, but I do enjoy reading about normal life in New York...
Sometimes the tiny things can be logged - I'm going to blog my spider which lives in the window...sad but true. ;)
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