Surly - the Return
Well, what can I say?
Pathetic, isn't it? I can give up smoking. I can give up being mean to people who are thinner/prettier/generally nicer than me*. I can even give up jerk chicken, if it means I'll look better in a t-shirt this summer. But, as I've proved to myself this past week or so, I can't give up blogging. Nope. Can't be done. And I really, really thought I'd cracked it this time. No more just sort of trailing off for a week or so, still religiously checking stats and tracking comments. No more vague worrying about posting/not posting/commenting on other blogs/not being able to comment. No. This time was going to be different. Close the blog, and just Move On. Perhaps take up a hobby - say, crafts or learning Esperanto for fun and profit. Whatever the outcome, me and blogging were finished. Done. Over. Finito.
Except, what do you think I've done in the interim? Have I, in a momentary fit of altruism, offered my unpaid services to the local Brownie pack as assistant Brown Owl, dreams of fusty tents and hairy string glittering in my mind like precious jewels? Have I begun practising the art of interpretive dance, in order that I may convey the beauty and majesty of the planet to bewildered passers-by in the town centre of a weekend, in a whirling cloud of patchouli, tie-dye and one of those floaty skirts with bits of mirror on them?
No. Fortunately, I have done neither of those things.
Instead, I've checked my stats, tracked comments, worried about not posting, thought of a million things to post and finally, this weekend, realised that I might as well just get on with it. I like writing. I'm not wired up to write fiction - I don't have it in me. So I'm afraid this is just going to sort of dribble on until one of us gets bored with it and, past form considered, it isn't going to be me.
And if you don't like it, you can bloody well suggest a hobby that will occupy me sufficiently to stop me clogging up Blogger's bandwidth on a semi-regular basis. I can't be responsible for everything, you know.
Cue stony silence and tumbleweeds. Bastards.
* This is a complete lie. I can no more be nice to people than I can levitate.
Pathetic, isn't it? I can give up smoking. I can give up being mean to people who are thinner/prettier/generally nicer than me*. I can even give up jerk chicken, if it means I'll look better in a t-shirt this summer. But, as I've proved to myself this past week or so, I can't give up blogging. Nope. Can't be done. And I really, really thought I'd cracked it this time. No more just sort of trailing off for a week or so, still religiously checking stats and tracking comments. No more vague worrying about posting/not posting/commenting on other blogs/not being able to comment. No. This time was going to be different. Close the blog, and just Move On. Perhaps take up a hobby - say, crafts or learning Esperanto for fun and profit. Whatever the outcome, me and blogging were finished. Done. Over. Finito.
Except, what do you think I've done in the interim? Have I, in a momentary fit of altruism, offered my unpaid services to the local Brownie pack as assistant Brown Owl, dreams of fusty tents and hairy string glittering in my mind like precious jewels? Have I begun practising the art of interpretive dance, in order that I may convey the beauty and majesty of the planet to bewildered passers-by in the town centre of a weekend, in a whirling cloud of patchouli, tie-dye and one of those floaty skirts with bits of mirror on them?
No. Fortunately, I have done neither of those things.
Instead, I've checked my stats, tracked comments, worried about not posting, thought of a million things to post and finally, this weekend, realised that I might as well just get on with it. I like writing. I'm not wired up to write fiction - I don't have it in me. So I'm afraid this is just going to sort of dribble on until one of us gets bored with it and, past form considered, it isn't going to be me.
And if you don't like it, you can bloody well suggest a hobby that will occupy me sufficiently to stop me clogging up Blogger's bandwidth on a semi-regular basis. I can't be responsible for everything, you know.
Cue stony silence and tumbleweeds. Bastards.
* This is a complete lie. I can no more be nice to people than I can levitate.
posted by surly girl at 6:16 pm
19 Comments:
There but for the grace of god...
Good to have you back. Not that I knew you had gone away until the moment before you had come back.
If you see what I mean.
Anyhow, I think you've used up all your sachets of Instant Blog Crisis. You can borrow some of mine, although I may need them at some point.
YAY!
I had to recently look at my Blogging Problem, and I found that taking my stats away actually helped me. It's freeing to write for yourself on occasion.
But then I put them back on, of course.
Guess I'm no better off than you.
Welcome back Surly ... Hurrah!
Yay!!
It didn't really seem like you were going to be gone for long. Had a nice holiday from it though did you?
A break from anything will make you feel better, i think.
Welcome back! ...but don't do it again, eh?
how bout picking up baby chickens and squtting the poo from their bottoms into a small bowl all the better to spy their bitty winkies/lack thereof?
*purposefully suggesting disgusting hobby in order to trick SG into continued blogging*
*it's reverse psychology, y'all*
Christ, and there was me thinking that I would no longer be beaten about the head by a crowd of metaphores.
Give us some pomes.
Oh good.
Oh. It was all an hilarious joke. Yay! :)
of course you're back. Garfer predicted it and I agreed, ages ago. Your blogging audience now knows you better than you know yourself. How does that feel? :-)
♥ ♥
I'm so glad you didn't go.
So glad to have you back!!
Too many of my regular reads have announced the end of their blogs/disappeared without a trace or a word. And while I understand that some people want to live lives and not just write about what it'd be like to have one, kinda, I also believe that once you start blogging you have certain responsibilities to your poor readers.
Look at us all, checking in, even though there was no hope of finding you here. THERE WAS HOPE, afterall!
Hurray.
Hobbies: Crown Green Bowling, can't be good for the knees, stay at the computer, it's safer.
i was just looking at your bookmark in my browser wandering whether i should delete it as well...
very glad to have that surly inflection polluting the internet again,
x
The problem with Esperanto is that all the tutors are 105.
Blogging is in your blood. There's nothing you can do except perhaps start a twelve step program to deal with the addiction.
'Hello, I'm Pamela and I've been blog free for two minutes."
I knew you'd be back.
Good.
You're shit. I withdraw the nice things I said about you.
I kinda like your dribble.
Lovely, just lovely!
Glad you're back!
see, i went orf on holiday and missed the entire blog angst drama
if i hadn't scrolled down a bit, it would have been like nothing had ever happened
**waves in jovial fashion at her surliness**
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