Can’t get my blog on

I have all sorts of shit I want to blog about. A movie I watched saturday (awful!), doing kid-stuff with my kids (simple pleasures), cooking, a book I just finished (very good).

I have all sorts of shit I want to blog about. A movie I watched saturday (awful!), doing kid-stuff with my kids (simple pleasures), cooking, a book I just finished (very good). Another movie I watched last night (funny, and deeply odd).

But I just — can’t. I’m feeling too low, too frustrated, too spent. I just can’t find the words.

I was trying to comment on a friend’s blog last night, and I couldn’t even find the words for that, just stared at the gray background with my fingers on the keys and had — nothing.

I’m again struggling with the urge to take it all down, or archive it all and start over.

11 thoughts on “Can’t get my blog on”

  1. I hate it when my heroes threaten with blogicide, and even more if they were to do it. You know, you might think your blog is yours and yours only. Well, it is and it isn’t. It’s ours too. All that frilly edge around it is ours and we love it.

    If you don’t feel like writing anymore, just step back, take a few deep breaths, start thinking about a new tattoo, play with your family. Enjoy yourself. And if the urge to write again returns this place is here, we are here. And if you don’t at least we can check in every now and then and know that you are living the real life. In meatspace. That is fantastic too, you know.

  2. I just got a job offer from Livermore labs. Maybe sometime I can drop by and recharge you in person. *waggles eyebrows suggestively*

  3. ok reason #1 why you can’t pull the plug… there’s a blog convention here- and without one it’s pretty silly attending.

    reason #2… how the hell will i find out info like that Rachel will be in CA in the South Bay when you pull down this site?

    reason #3… you pull the plug and i’ll stop writing about sex (this is probably a threat akin to holding my breath til i die)!

    life’s pretty sweet right now. i could just im all day and be very happy… course he’s an exhibitionist too so there is the added satisfaction of knowing others that others are in the know.

    kisses Karl Elvis…. and if that isn’t the right technique bend over and prepare yourself to feel the sting!

  4. I think about this all the time. Freya, in an email, told me to just write what I want to write.

    If your stuck, walk away and take a breath. This is a hobby, dammit. It’s supposed to be fun. When it isn’t fun anymore, don’t flush it. Give it a break. And you know what? You’ll miss it.

    I’d hate to see you go.


  5. We’ve talked about this in private, so you know my take. The more I blog and the more readers I get, the less I blog about anything “real”.

    I admire the folks who can write just anything without caring what their spouses or friends or coworkers might think. Or who have spouses and friends and coworkers who don’t care what they write. It’s an enviable position to be in, and it’s not one I’m in at the moment.

    “Ray in Austin” is an increasingly public face that bears less and less resemblance to the thoughts that torment this guy named Ray who lives in Austin. But if I gave up the blog, I’d really feel completely alone. With none of my real friends living close by any more, and with Orkut being dead, the blog is kind of a lifeline for me.

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