For the Love of the Game
Posted by Deutlich on August 27th, 2008 | Filed under: UncategorizedI’d love it if my writing muse would come back.
I can’t say that I’m not filled with a plethora of topics to discuss, but I can definitely say that I’ve got no real will to do it.
There’s the whole election debacle, but it just gives me a headache.
There’s the issue of why so many men are anti-abortion and trying to tell women what to do with their bodies, yet that whole thing irritates the piss out of me.
There’s the discussion of race relation in this day and age, but I need to give it a whole lot more justice than just a few minutes in wordpress.
I could talk about Aaron, but I’m feeling kinda selfish about the whole thing and only want to share with those I know well enough to trust.
I will say that he is fucking awesome. I still can’t really wrap my brain around how lucky I am. I also don’t want to hear a bunch of advice, commentary, etcetera on my relationship from people that barely know me. My mom’s, best friends’, dad’s, and extended family’s approval is enough.
I could write about how I’m not moving to Providence anymore, and have known this for a while. Sorry, Big Dreams but Big Money Problems come first. I’m a bit tired of living a paycheck to paycheck life and I sure as shit won’t be one of those asshats without a retirement plan.
So. No dice Providence. I’ll come visit, though.
I could also discuss my issues with the blogosphere but something about that feels oddly redundant and entirely unnecessary. One things for certain, if you don’t fucking like what you read – don’t . fucking . read . it .
Problem solved.
Part of me wants to bitch and moan about my job, but we ALL know that’s a stupid idea. Besides, it’s solely up to me to make that change.
Either way, I just hope that eventually I’ll pick back up where I started. I’m just a bit exhausted from it all and frankly – that’s silly. It’s just a damn blog! I like to pretend that the number of comments I get doesn’t affect me in any way, what so ever… but I find myself wondering where certain bloggers have disappeared to.
I’d like to act as though I’m reading every single post every single one of you is writing, but that’s a total and utter lie. Moreover, I wish I was commenting more than I have been. Unfortunately, those blogspot comment code things are exhausting and frustrating after the thirtieth time.
Eh, I don’t even really know what point I was trying to make. Maybe there is none.



August 27th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
Take a much needed blogovacation. You can’t be expected to be ridiculously entertaining EVERYDAY, right?
Ok I’m bored come back.
August 27th, 2008 at 1:22 pm
I’ve been having one of those weeks, too.
I also don’t blog about certain things, like my relationship. First it was because I didn’t want to sound like I was whining all the time (which I do) but then I didn’t want anyone giving me their negative comments about it either. because yeah, we fight but with a kiddo, especially as special as the one we have, who doesn’t. I’d be PO’d if someone talked crap on my man.
I hear you on the comment code thing too. that crap drives me nuts, especially if you have to do it more than once!
August 27th, 2008 at 1:26 pm
I’m totally with you. Lately I’ve been kinda wanting to talk about something, and then realizing that I just don’t have the time or the energy to put out a post that’s actually worthy of people reading it. I’d like to think that a little break from everyday blogging is great, because isn’t the point of blogging to get your words out while doing it in a therapeutic way? Not so therapeutic if you’re forcing it out. Take all the time you need!
(And I’m running into similar problems with my potential Boston move. Turns out money IS hard to come by..)
August 27th, 2008 at 1:29 pm
I agree with you wholeheartedly, if you don’t like what you read, don’t read it. Don’t spew hate trying to prove you are better than someone else. Also, I’ve not disappeared, I read you in a reader but if I don’t feel like I have a useful comment to add, I just read. I’ll try to do better.
August 27th, 2008 at 1:34 pm
Also, I feel you on the moving thing (I know, I don’t comment for a long while then double dip) I want to move so badly away from Dallas, the pervasive attitude, just everything here. I want to live somewhere creative, energetic with nice weather where you can leave your house without spontaneously combusting. What’s holding me back? Money. I’ll get there, it may take longer, but I refuse to give up.
August 27th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
No sense in forcing yourself to write. That’ll just make you more sick of the blog. And let’s just say that if you stop, I will have to take drastic measures to bring you back. It’ll probably involve nudity and cheetos. Use your imagination.
August 27th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
I guess I will never understand why people feel the need to say things that are Not Nice. If you don’t like something: Don’t watch; Don’t read, Don’t listen and shut the ef up.
I’ve been reading your blog for several months but never commented. You are in my reader. Love your writing…keep going whenever you are ready. We’ll be here. Oh, and I got rid of the annoying comment code.
August 27th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
you’re too funny– the captcha things piss me off too.
August 27th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Love the (intended or unintended) creativity shown in this blog post. You wrote a great post without even trying to do so.
I bet your muse is somewhere jealous.
August 27th, 2008 at 2:13 pm
You’ll get back where you want to be, don’t force it.
August 27th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
No worries on not moving. I had planned a huge move to NYC…and then found out I was preggo’s. Things happen for a reason. Congrat’s on making sound financial decisions!
August 27th, 2008 at 2:26 pm
I feel you. When the blogging material gets low, I too start to panic.
August 27th, 2008 at 2:27 pm
You need a vacation from blog-land. Maybe a weekend vacation at a cabin or something… dunno.. just saying
August 27th, 2008 at 2:34 pm
So um. Maybe our muses have gone on a trip together? We could try calling them back, but maybe they’ll get some really awesome writing ammo while they’re gone.
*hugs* I’m around, even though I’m never on anymore.
August 27th, 2008 at 2:35 pm
i feel like a bunch of my readers have wandered off, too. of course.. i suck at updating, so i have only myself to blame ;-P
August 27th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
I couldn’t agree more. I think as summer is whinding down more people are just in a funk…me included.
August 27th, 2008 at 3:01 pm
I get in a funk, too. Ask Alexa about her funk.
August 27th, 2008 at 4:20 pm
blogging has been sucking the life out of me. thats why i kicked blog365 in the ass and stopped trying so hard. i blog when i have something to say unfortunately lately everything i want to say just sounds so lame and redundant
August 27th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
I’m happy you’re so happy with Aaron
Sometimes these random posts that go no where are nice. We all fall into blogging funks, but I’m sure you’ll find your way out of it soon
August 27th, 2008 at 5:09 pm
Hello!! So, after an exhausting couple of days reading your archives, I am finally done.
AND I LOVE IT!
AND, having read all your life lately in so little time, I am SO happy you’re super-hapy with Aaron. You deserve it.
August 27th, 2008 at 5:18 pm
I’m fighting the feeling of NEEDING to blog about politics but not finding the energy to give it what it deserves. But if not now, when? Bah. We all get into blogging ruts. That’s expected. Write what you want, we’ll still read it.
August 27th, 2008 at 5:33 pm
I’ve been reading this old school book of writing advice recently, and one of the big pointers that the author gives is to just be one with nature when you can’t think of anything. Apparently nature will come to you.
I’m a little less organic and new-agey… but hey, whatever works, right?
Besides… it’s not like anyone’s hanging you out to dry if you don’t write on a regular basis. Do whatever the hell you want to do. In your own words: “it’s just a damn blog!”
But a good one, nonetheless.
August 27th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
I’ve been looking inward a lot to see exactly what’s stopping me from writing and everything falls into two buckets:
1) The issue is too big and too complicated that I’ll just get shot down (e.g. race, politics, Project Runway)
2) The issue is too private (e.g. Family, the girlfriend, what I’m doing at the ATM at 3am on a Wednesday morning)
My suggestion is that you solicit all the relationship advice you can and then mock it publicly on your blogoblog.
August 27th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
for you, my dear, a list.
1) the providence thing obv makes me sad BUT i have a lovely couch for you to visit whenever you’d like.
2) boy = good. that’s all that matters.
3) i forgot number 3.
blog hugs.
August 27th, 2008 at 8:14 pm
It seems like us bloggers seem to have our good and bad writing days.
But nothing ever seems quite as right as when things iwtht he boy is going well.
August 27th, 2008 at 8:16 pm
Judging by your post and all the comments, looks like I’m not the only one with blogger’s block right now, thank goodness.
August 27th, 2008 at 8:17 pm
Maybe you need to take the pressure off for a bit. Relax! Enjoy what you’re doing and maybe you’ll feel inspired to blog about it.
August 27th, 2008 at 10:07 pm
Bah. I used to be so good at commenting but then I fell behind and got overwhelmed and blahblahblah. I feel really bad. I didn’t even submit a review for the album you chose because I haven’t gotten to listen to it much yet
Sighhh.
I’m sorry to hear Providence isn’t going to work out BUT yay for Aaron! That’s awesome that those close to you like him.
And, don’t feel too pressured about the blog. It’s more important that you’re out enjoying your life even though we’ll miss you, of course.
August 27th, 2008 at 10:39 pm
“I find myself wondering where certain bloggers have disappeared to.”
Oh, we lurk. I know I never actually leave.
But Dolce is right about the seasons changing and the general funk. I’ve been feeling that, too.
August 28th, 2008 at 12:44 am
I could have written the last two paragraphs word for word on my blog, but I’m a bit of a chicken. So thanks for saying it for me.
Seriously, I wish I had your guts to, you know, really SPEAK.
August 28th, 2008 at 12:55 am
i personally enjoyed this post though. even if you thought it was meh.
you do what you always do which is say it how it is in your head, which is the best kind of blogging.
and as long as you keep signing onto gchat i don’t care if you take a bloggy break : )
also, i thinking everyone is kinda blah with summer ending. everyone is just worn the fuck out.
August 28th, 2008 at 3:01 am
I’m in the same boat D. I think it’s because I’m happy. Damn happiness, but don’t and all that.
August 28th, 2008 at 8:15 am
I actually found this post interesting. Sometimes there are things you want to blog about but you don’t know how to put it into words or at least in a coherent manner.
August 28th, 2008 at 10:11 am
I live in the suburbs of Providence!!!
It’s expensive as hell here. You’re right to not move, if you need money. You won’t find any here that’s for sure.
What made you want to move here in the first place?
August 28th, 2008 at 11:47 am
There might not be a point but this post felt good to read, almost cathartic. I hope it felt that way to write. Sorry about Providence, though.
August 28th, 2008 at 11:48 am
The title of this post just sums it all up perfectly, doesn’t it?
August 28th, 2008 at 1:56 pm
If Kristen lives near Providence it’s probably a good idea you’re not moving. She’s a bad influence.
August 30th, 2008 at 1:40 am
And here I thought I was the only one who got annoyed by those Blogger word verification thingies. They’re ridiculously annoying. I say everyone on Blogger should get Haloscan! Much better comment service, seriously.
August 30th, 2008 at 1:42 pm
Ohhhh yes….
Blogging sometimes feels like more of a pressure than its worth.
I like to pretend it is all about the writing, but then I write a really heartfelt post, and get sad because I get fewer comments than something totally inane. Bah.
August 31st, 2008 at 11:45 am
We love you even when you’re blocked.
Also? Sometimes I get totally hung up on comments.