This is me…worried that I will run out of things to say. I’m worried that I will run out of things to say and I’m questioning my motives for writing in the first place. Basically, I’m living in my own head.
This is one reason I love reading all your blogs. I love living in your heads for a few minutes.
I honestly can’t remember what I did that was just for me before I started blogging. This is a lifeline for me. It helps fill the void of an unrewarding job and it makes my brain less itchy.
I’ve never been afraid of running out of words until this week when I tried to write a guest post for someone. I’ve never stared at a blank screen for so long in my life.
Well, other than at work, but that doesn’t count.
I started thinking about the end of my blogging days and then a bunch of strangers chimed in to contribute. Here’s what they had to say:
“Look at her, sad really. She’s just walking up to strangers and saying random things in order to manufacture a ‘spontaneous’ blog post”.
“What’s wrong with these tired bloggers? Gawd…their time is over. They need to realize that”. Pretty sure this one is a younger version of me who used to sneer at old people in nightclubs. You know..people who were at least in their THIRTIES. What an asshole I was.
“What? She DIED? Did she ever finish her book”?
“I started reading her blog ironically five years ago”.
“For fuck’s sake. The eighties are over. Let them go”.
“Oh, her blog. I don’t know. It was relevant for a while. I guess. Not really”.
“Isn’t it time for her annual ‘this is my last blog post’ blog post”?
“Did you see her last post? She wrote about how dirty the carpet in her bedroom is. It’s time to stop blogging if you’re reduced to talking about bedroom carpeting”.
“I was at her house the other day. The ‘I am a writer’ sign she hung on her bedroom mirror is faded and dusty. And her carpet is filthy”.
The voices in my head can be real dicks sometimes. Although, sometimes, they are pretty fucking hilarious.
Speaking of guest posts, if you didn’t catch it, I wrote a post for The Woman Formally Known As Beautiful. It was fun and I talked about sex, which is a topic I’m usually squeamish writing about.
For those of you who blog….keep that shit up. I appreciate you all so very much.