Throw me a fricken bone
I’m warning you: this is going to be one of those posts about how I have nothing to blog about. I know. I’m breaking my own fucking commandment as a highly respected and know-it-all but strangely unqualified reviewer at Ask and Ye Shall Receive (which speaking of, check out my awesome review from yesterday — I rock), but I can’t help it. And at the very least my excuse is I never do this, so surely I can get away with it once. Right?
The thing is I’m sick to death of myself and of writing about what’s going on with Lancelot. I know I must be boring the pants off of you because I’ve already done bored my own off. Honestly. They’re sitting on the floor in a heap right now (I’m a total liar). And sure, I should write what I want to write about because it’s my blog and that way I’ll be genuine and heartfelt and more present in my writing, but holy fuck I don’t want to be the girl who can’t shut up about her relationship or lack thereof already.
The problem arises when I write about something else, and I spend all morning on it, and it’s fine and good and structured and marginally funny but also informative, only to discover that I’ve written the same damn thing before only better two months ago.
This is where it becomes apparent that I’ve either been blogging too long and have run out of good material or I’ve allowed myself to forget what is blogworthy. I’m pretty sure it’s a combination of both with an added helping of backsliding into writer laziness where I forget that the point is just to write, dammit, write.
So that’s what I’ve done. Hope you enjoyed it!
But there’s more: tell me what to write. Please? Just toss something out there. I tried to get y’all to give me blog material by setting up that whole “Ask Gypsy” debacle that has since fallen by the wayside or been abused by psychic-seeking morons. So help a blogger out: ask me questions, tell me what you want to know, give me a sentence to finish, something, ANYTHING. Please? I’m dying over here!! And being awfully dramatic in the bargain.
I’ve always wanted to ask you how long you and Lancelot lived in AZ. Did you live in Phoenix? (I lived in Scottsdale). What took ya’ll out there? Did you love it? Did you hate it? Was it just ok? I know it’s a boring question but since I lived out there too I’m interested.
Man, I’m so glad I’m not the only one who starts to write a post and then thinks, “This sounds awfully familiar…”
Tell us more about your dogs, please. Photos would not go amiss!
Kizz’s last blog post..Dear MAB, I Remember
I think we all get to that point, eventually. Where we just say the same things. I’m kinda in the same place myself.
Betsey’s last blog post..Look at me, I’m pimping myself out. But I’ve been mouthy so now I have to go take care of business and bitch slap myself.
Finish this sentence: When I leave him, and I will, just as surely as someday I will die, I want him to remember me as…
‘lo Gypsy. Been lurking here for a few weeks now. You could watch von Trier’s “AntiChrist” and write about the movie – 2 things to do!
Thanatos’s last blog post..On the Run
I’m on mini-hiatus right now. More like, “Shit, shit, shit…must play catch-up and respond to comments before writing another goddamn blog.”
So I have a question for Ask Gypsy: What type of person deserves to be famous? Is it me? Why are some people famous that don’t deserve to be, like Stephanie Meyer?
rassles’s last blog post..Disgust
I can’t imagine a world in which you ever bored me.
maggie, dammit’s last blog post..And the wall comes crumbling down
Man, if I had something new to blog about I’d use it myself. I’m in a hell of a rut right now. I kind of want to quit, truth be told. Good luck with it.
A Free Man’s last blog post..I came to you chasing a dream
I got burned out or something. I just don’t feel it or I am sick of complaining. Don’t give up, just take a break if you need one.
Ummm, I blog about suicide constantly. So, it could be worse in terms of your content. I don’t mind reading about Lancelot. Everything you write is interesting to me. I’m going to try to think of a good question for you, I promise.
gwen jackson’s last blog post..Def Leppard Saved My Life Today
I challenge you to go through your day tomorrow and pick out one incident that was funny, strange, quirky, irritating or whatever and write about it.
I can’t tell you how many of my posts start out with, “So, I walked into the grocery and then…..” or “and I looked over and the guy in the car next to me was…..”
You get my drift.
No matter what you write, I always love it.
Have the T-shirt’s last blog post..Smitty
Gypsy – I’m in the same rut. I went to London even and can’t think of a thing to write about. I’m also lazy, have things that just never develop because I need time with them, time I end up spending on other things.
For the record, nothing you write about bores me, are you kidding?
Freeman – if you quit I will come to Australia and hunt you down and make you talk to me and tell me what music to listen to.
blues’s last blog post..London Bridge is Burning Down
my bone for you would be a writing exercise…talk about the most boring part of your day and try to make it sound interesting with as few adjectives as possible.
mary’s last blog post..Hairy B$lls from the Goth Farmer?
Face it, recurring themes are part of life. You know what they say, “same stuff, different day” so just let it roll and you’ll come through this.
You have a huge fan here and I for one, would miss your voice if you took a break.
Gypsy! There are 92 different bones I’m thinking of right here.
One little thing is that I wish your About page had more.
But, this is what I am thinking.
Imagine yourself 40 years from now, not having the same physical (or possibly even mental) abilities that you do now, but still being able to look back with clarity.
What do you need to be doing RIGHT NOW that will prevent that 70-year-old you from experiencing regret?
What is it you need to be doing that will make it possible for her to say,
“Ohhhhh yes! I remember that! I was so afraid! I worried about how doing that would screw things up with my boyfriend, would cost me some money I wasn’t sure I could spare, would make my guts feel like they were trying to kill me. I remember that! And I am SO glad I did it!”
Mongoliangirl’s last blog post..Country Woman Shops in City
You just described the perfect storm that became my “over the holiday break” that turned into a 6 month “blog? What blog? Sabatical”
I would love to hear more about your desire to go to Ireland, and the brother that lives there, and whatever happened with that? And have you been there recently, and is there anyplace cool you would suggest, because Im going there myself in the spring, and hey! wanna go?
Chanda’s last blog post..Stating the Obvious
At least you’re not a panic-monger like I am. When I do this I start assuming it’s early-onset alzheimers.
Pessimism can be an art form with seasoned practice!
Wendy’s last blog post..The Old Becomes New Again
Hmmm, I’m going to think of a good one and come back-and yes you are never boring. I have read all the posts but not commented as much only because your situation with Lancelot is intensely personal and without all the nuances I can’t really offer advice and we’ve all given you the “atagirl, we care, we hope it works out, keep us posted,”. Still reading, still interested, still hope it all works out in your favour.
chris/formerlyfun’s last blog post..Mauna Kea Kisses
There is obviously good deal to know about this. We think a person made great points also.