What, you should want a little funny?
I was just minding my own business. Reading other people’s blogs and happily updating my own blog with my random thoughts about my grandma. Then I found Intersected (you know, Jamie of Twitter Should Hire Me fame). Her site was all “I’m an adult that knows things!” and “Look at me, making a name for myself and looking like a source of information.” We then IM’d and became internet BFFs. But I hate her. Why? Because I am me, and I let the crazy out.
She was nice enough to help me figure out some design stuff and she gave me the sage advice of “Don’t worry, you’ll figure out blogging.” All of a sudden, I realized I didn’t even know what I wanted to figure out. And then became obsessed with figuring it out. I just wanted to practice writing again and then I start looking at page views, and wondering why no one has subscribed and I’m trying to figure out an audience and it’s all – what am I doing?
While it would be nice to make money, I don’t really want to run google ads or anything. I think I just want someone to read what I write and it would be nice if it also helped me look professional. But, maybe I should save those posts for a THIRD blog with my actual name in it, and leave this blog for just “here’s what I did today, blahblahIfellonmybuttwhilewalkingagainblah.” So, I overanalyzed my fun little blogging project and I am annoyed that I am behind schedule for my weekly “Gallery of Awful Art.”
I tell her all this, and she tells me to write all of this in my blog. Is this is what you freaking people want to read?! Stories about my insane grandma and why I can’t figure out which towel to bring with me to the gym? Because I think that’s what I want to write about.
Please, for the love of all things holy and to save my new Internet-friendship (and hundreds in therapy co-pays) – come out of the commenting closet and tell me what you like about this blog, or what you want to see more of. And save me from blogging about blogging.
You Should Only Know 
I want more about how much thought goes into bringing a towel to the gym! The best writers take mundane things and make them brilliant. You are fantastic and pure gold.
Even if no one comments on this post besides me, please continue to write. The fans will come, my friend. Oh, yes, they will come.
Ew. That sounded dirty.
YOU ARE HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!! I needed something funny to round out my crappy Monday. Keep it up.
I’ll always read your blog.
LMAO this was hilarious! And reflects much of what I felt when I first started blogging.
I’m afraid I must agree with Jamie — just write whatever the hell you want to write about. Chances are, somebody will find it funny and enjoy it. If they don’t, whatever, you won’t know anyway!
And if there comes a time where you need separate spaces for the personal, professional, activist, whatever, then do that. I recently started using tumblr for all my personal junk that I wanted to post on my main blog, and it’s helped me clear my mind a bit.
Hey man,
write about what you see on the street, driving down the road, your snooty/awesome/dreadful barista.
Write about blogging!
I liked this blog. Only blog I read of yours …so far.
JamieVaron told me to read it and I do everything people in my twitter feed tell me to do.
I feel like the point of a personal blog is that it gives you license to riff on anything without being beholden to readers or editors. I say you keep writing about towels and massages and bad artwork and Test (poor Test), because a good writer can make anything compelling.
Yes, that is what we want to read about. And we want to see the Google ads that are triggered from your posts.
And, by the way, speaking of the gym and towels, today the water was out in my house so I had to shower at the gym but I didn’t realize until I got there that the only “towels” they provide are essentially washclothes. So, I took ten…
The “towels” are why I bring my hot pink beach towel. So that I can keep myself covered because you can’t believe the inappropriate naked that happens in these locker rooms. And trust me, this isn’t like “high school fantasy” naked. It’s just … to much. Then I realize I am walking around with a hot pink towel and attracting attention. Like I am too good for the little white towels. Then, because I am a klutz – I accidentally drop it. And of course since I already had everyone’s attention (in my own head) I am now publicly naked because I had my hot pink towel beacon.
This post cracked me up! You totally have THE GIFT. The make-anything-funny gift. The one where you say out loud what we’re all thinking and make everyone else feel a little more human for having read it. I found your blog through Jamie and am definitely bookmarking it! Rock on, girl 🙂
Wow, thanks so much! (Don’t tell Jamie, because you wouldn’t like her when she’s jealous, but your blog was also a major inspiration for me.)
I love your blog! I read it b/c you are a great writer. I love the page bc it is simple and clean and easy to navigate. It’s late and I am on cough meds so sorry if this is rambly or things are misspelled. I love it b/c you write what you feel and you are passionate about things. And b/c you say things, like this post, that are what I wish I could say! Keep on writing!
10 COMMENTS!?
Girl, you’re about to get HUGE.
And I’ll be all… TAKE ME WITH YOU!
And you’ll be all… We’ll see. lol.
BY THE WAY – Chat tomorrow, because I got some big news.
I love your blog just the way it is and read it often. Don’t change anything about it! The phrase, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” applies here. I like your blog because I can relate to a lot of what you write about. 🙂 Keep up the good work!
If Jamie tells me to do something there’s likely to be a good reason – and I like your style Erica!
Comments into double figures already (I’m still to break that barrier!) is a sign that folks wanna hear about your grandma and your towel shennanigans.
One question though, what’s a “pretend puppy”?
A “pretend puppy” is the amazing, well-behaved, adorable puppy that my boyfriend and I don’t have. Our building won’t allow it, and we are not yet responsible, or home often enough to have one. And yet, we have long, detailed discussions over who is cleaning up the poop it just made, and who gets to walk it on the cold mornings, and if its disgusting to have a puppy sleep on the bed. Sometimes we name our pretend puppy, and we sneer at dog owners we feel are doing the wrong thing.
(We are insane.)
I dunno who Jamie is (sorry!) – I just read you ’cause my husband said to…wait, no. ‘Cause you read my blog…..no, that’s not it either. Actually it’s because you write interesting things. Pretty simple.
And now I’m even stalking you on twitter.