Remember when I used to blog?
Remember when I used to post almost everyday, and at the very least every week?
Remember how I used to exercise my brain and my vocabulary? And get paid to share my overflowing feelings with you all because I would blog on company time? Remember when I used to get paychecks? Sob.
I have a vague recollection of these events. Though they are clouded with endless episodes of “Chopped” and the coming of the Hot Tamale Train on “So You Think You Can Dance.”
I’m pretty sure I used to be mildly funny, or at least amuse myself. Those were the glory days of SheBlogs SheBlogs. When I could use the word “hundreds” to describe the breadth of my readers.
I guess the problem with the blog is I’ve never really had a hook. You know, a spiel. Most blogs need a good spiel. I guess I could just get pregnant. That would probably give me something to write about. But then I’d have to actually have a baby yeah?
You know who thought of a good shtick? That chick Julie Powell who wrote the blog about making all of Julia Child’s recipes. That’s a good shtick. In fact, so good that she got a book and movie deal out of it. After seeing the previews for the movie I was so excited I felt compelled to buy and read the book! I figured books are usually better than the movie anyway. But let me save you $9 and 300+ pages…wait for the movie. Or better yet, buy a Joan Didion book. Because if you want poignant female non-fiction, she’s a much better bet.
Anyway. I don’t want a one of you to think I’ve given up on my world message of love. Or writing for that matter. I think I just got disillusioned for a while about blogging. I mean, I don’t have a book or a movie deal, so why bother? Then again, perhaps I could get one if I had the shtick. So, please, do write in with your suggestions. That is of course if you’re all still there.
I love you. You are perfect just the way you are. You don’t need to be anything more or less. Well, that’s what Bridget my yoga instructor says, right before giving me a foot massage. And I think you should believe anyone who will give you a foot massage.
I’ll be in San Diego for the week. A land devoid of Dunkin Donuts on every corner and littered with beautiful people.
Keep on keepin on lover.