January 11, 2013 by Kat Richter
Around noon, I received a surprising text message from TWD. “I haven’t talked to you since I left for work this morning. And you didn’t post your blog post today. Are you okay?”
He went on to express his concern then asked me call to him to let him know whether or not I was “still amongst the living.”
“Of course I’m still amongst the living!” I replied, “I’m just sick of writing my blog.”
And it’s true.
While considering possible subjects for today’s post, I came up with the following:
A) The semi-annual sale at Victoria’s Secret
B) Doing TWD’s laundry for the first time
C) Cough drops that taste like Pez
Seriously. Cough drops.
As I reviewed my more recent topics (Twizzlers, socks, curtains, ice cubes, cheesecakes and toll booths) I realized that I’ve been getting lamer and lamer by the minute.
“I think it’s because you’re not being honest,” TWD suggested. And frankly, he’s right.
But there are a lot of things I can’t be honest about right now. Some are bad, and some—actually quite a few— are good, but it doesn’t really matter because at the end of the day, they’re still off limits. They’re unprofessional. They’re uncomfortable. They’re inappropriate. They’re about people I care about or situations that I really shouldn’t be broadcasting publically, so I’m left with socks… and bras.
And cough drops.
(Is it just me or are those orange-flavored Airborne tablets to die for?)
I’m not really sure what to do.
I never set out to be a blogger. And even though I’ve landed quite a few paid writing gigs as a result of my blog, I still hate Twitter and Hootsuite and SEO and all of the things that good bloggers obsess about. I’ve paid a few bills thanks to the dawn of the sponsored post but it’s getting harder and harder to find interesting things to write about, meanwhile I have entire books in my head just waiting to be written if only I could find the time…
So I’m thinking about taking a break.