When a blog is near death
I haven't really blogged in a very, very long number of weeks. Oh, I've posted stuff and photos, but not really blogged blogged, have I?
A couple of reasons:
1) I have nothing to say (a particularly frightening place to be for a curmudgeon and a writer)
2) The thought of saying anything exhausts me to the point that I have nothing to say (which is really about not having anything to say but grasping at thoughts as possible topics to write about while in fact I have nothing to write about as I have, in fact, nothing to say about the thoughts...)
Something will show up soon, or I could just keep tossing up photos from shoots I have no time for either (and, my, doesn't the poor quality show), or I'll just pull the plug on this wee blog and start again if the need to say something decides to return. The last time this happend so absolutely I did another undergrad degree at the age of 40. That found voice has been pounded out of me again, I'm afraid. Hmmm, ya think change might be helpful? :)
A couple of reasons:
1) I have nothing to say (a particularly frightening place to be for a curmudgeon and a writer)
2) The thought of saying anything exhausts me to the point that I have nothing to say (which is really about not having anything to say but grasping at thoughts as possible topics to write about while in fact I have nothing to write about as I have, in fact, nothing to say about the thoughts...)
Something will show up soon, or I could just keep tossing up photos from shoots I have no time for either (and, my, doesn't the poor quality show), or I'll just pull the plug on this wee blog and start again if the need to say something decides to return. The last time this happend so absolutely I did another undergrad degree at the age of 40. That found voice has been pounded out of me again, I'm afraid. Hmmm, ya think change might be helpful? :)
posted by Heipel at
7:11 PM
3 Comments:
or you could stop being such a fecking drama queen. everyone's on a downturn with their blog. bert's is a link-fest to other shit, mine's dormant mostly except for 'ooh look i'm changing the wallpaper'. Eric's is dead and well Hame's the only one who's saying anything and that's mostly about "ooh look i've been to Brighton and installed windows vista" so shut the fuck up already.
you have no more run out of ideas or 'writing' than you've run out of chest hair. You just need to figure out why you were doing it in the first place and why now. is it writing practice? a place to rant? an outlet? etc.
so just friggin write.
Yeah, what Mark said. I enjoy reading your blog.
Snow is general
Over the Internet.
Blogs lie
Waste deep.
Ecce:
Krunkheit,
Frozen in his
Warm-hearted tracks.
(Hands seen gripping,
Legs moving under canvas, though --
Snow's "Walking Man.")
Steve,
Hoist with his own petard --
Shot by his camera
Struck dumb by the news
Of Baudrillard's death.
Bert,
Marooned, unwired in some
Mono, typical, wireless
Cafe.
Vipère
de l'isle Adam.
Mark,
In a fit of
Spring cleaning
Seeing fit to
Renew his site.
Eric,
A good pony,
Withdrawn
From the race.
Hamish now,
Hamish is stewing, steaming
In his own creative
Vegetable juices
You have to adore a
Clear-eyed Nora
And Joon, from a
Far coast, a different hemisphere --
Joon is experiencing
A rainy season.
Knowing that food and friends are
Inexhaustible
Joon posts
Most
Of all.
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