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I am working on ordering you all roses and a chocolate fountain, but meanwhile, thanks for your kind comments and general awesomeness.
As is my way, I’m suffering a blogging crisis. I’ve been evaluating and reviewing and comparing and ACK! I hate when I do that.
Anyway, I was thinking no one cares about my face peel, or my workload or my this or my that or me, me, me! And why don’t I write more about charitable causes? What’s wrong with me? I’m so selfish. I like charity, I do, but I can’t write about it in a way that moves me or will move you, so I don’t. And speaking of which, shouldn’t I write more about politics? That’s what smart people do. At the very least, intelligent bloggers let you know where they stand on the issues, and I don’t. Because this isn’t that kind of blog. But should it be?
Then of course there are other bloggers who involve their readers, who post about universal issues and things people care about, and who expand their writing beyond, Oh my face burned off! Oh I’m scared to fly! Oh, I’m PMSing!. And usually, they include funny pictures and Photoshop stuff, and I don’t and why not? It just doesn’t occur to me. I’m at my best writing-wise when I talk about myself and poor you guys. Bored, much?
Now if I could just embrace my banality, all might be OK. You know, just write about lipstick and stuff when there are people dying in the world and it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that I like lipstick an awful lot (when I find the right shade) and is there anything so wrong with writing about that?
Maybe I should practice my writing more. Compose insightful and heartbreaking beautiful sentences. craft unexpected plots and that kind of crap. But when I do that, it comes across as if I’m trying too hard. And that’s almost worse than not writing at all.
Why can’t good stuff just occur to me? I’d like a butt dispenser of blog posts. That’d be so awesome. Just pull my next entry right out of my nether regions. But then, why aren’t I the type of person who can just have something come from the heart, not the butt?
But after all this, if I could just write anything, I’d be OK for today. Even so, I turned this post into me, me, me again. I’m hopeless. But while we’re on the subject. Here’s my face a few days ago. I’m too vain to post a full frontal.
I’ll post the After pic sometime today.
Oh bleh. If I wanted to be preached at about charitable causes, I’d visit Oprah.com. I want to hear about the minutae of a person’s life. It’s why I read blogs. Like sitcoms but with commenting.
Never never never feel guilty for not blogging Never apologize for going without posting. When you post, your stuff is worth reading (it’s fun, entertaining, inspiring, et cetera) and that makes up for any lapses.
Need that much-after pic btw. The right-after makes me say, “Eep!”
You have a beautiful face.
Even when it’s burned!
I think there’s a place for every type of blogging. When things are rough, as things are now, it makes even more sense to wrote about shallow stuff. It takes people’s minds off their worries for a little while.
You know, people are reading what you’re writing, so obviously what you’re doing is appealing. So, fuhgeddaboudit. And write what you want to write. This is for you, right?
I don’t know which to comment on first. Your post, or your face! OMG! Looks so frickin painful – poor bunny… I’m sure you’ll look just gorgeous real soon. kisses.
The post. I feel EXACTLY like you do. Like I’m not political enough, poetic enough, cool enough, wild enough, “whatever” enough. I’m working on a frickin Wal-Mart post in my head for goodness sakes. Snore.
You’re great. Exactly the way you are. Chin up Foxy!
my face totally looked like that once after a skiing trip where the winds and cold burned every pore. The really sucky part of it is that I had to go to my friend’s funeral looking like I was part molting lizard and part menacing crocodile. It wasn’t pretty. And I felt like shit anyway because of the funeral.
As for writing — have we not covered this a million times already? Write what you want. It’s your blog. Or you know what? Don’t write if you don’t feel it. As for charity or politics or whatever, if that’s not you, don’t force it. I can get that stuff all over the place. I love when you write about your life and family and include some of your more serious author-y stuff. That’s you. Why mess with perfection?
Keep on doing what you’re doing and it will come across in the funny, silly, witty way it does now. It’s authentic. Of course you care about charitable causes and global warming and animal rights. I know that and you can write about something in that vein if the spirit ever moves you, but meanwhile, this is real life stuff that people come to read about.
And some weirdos, like me (or is it just me?) like looking at the random ads to see what your post has inspired from them based on your word choices. Today? I had to laugh: Get rid of those blemishes FAST!! When you look at your photo and then over at that ad, it is rather funny, no? Okay, it’s just me.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Does your face hurt? It’s killing me! (Just kidding, of course.) Don’t worry about what you “should” be writing. I get writer’s block when I think of what I “should” be writing. Just let it flow!
“I’d like a butt dispenser of blog posts.” This stuff? This stuff you write? Is so . . . YOU. I love you because you’re unique and funny and frivolous and serious too. You write about Serious Stuff (um, like fathers and stalkers) and you do it with verve and charm. And you write so well when you make up stuff. And you blow me away when you write about yourself. In a good way. And so? Shut up. Don’t change. And can I peel your face?
You have no idea how much I quite enjoy your writing, so I’ll remind you – I quite enjoy your writing. This was great! Honey, come over again sometime. I am the reigning queen of banal lately!
I hope, hope, hope that doesn’t hurt!
Oh, I hurt for you. I just want to wrap up your face in cooling lotion and give you a hug.
As for the blog topics, you obviously have readers who adore you, so you are doing something right. And take it from someone who is neither funny, nor a politico, nor an owner (never mind Mastermind) of photoshop: you can only be what you are, not what you think someone else thinks you should be. So be who you are. And we’ll keep coming back. Always.
I’m glad you got over yourself- you don’t need to change a thing. I mean, heck, you are so articulate you could write about cow poop and I’d probably read, fascinated by every word.
Your face. Oh my. If it’s worth it, though, I think it might be time for me to do the same. But I’ll wait to see the after picture first!
Oh my gosh that looks painful. Personally, I thought you looked pretty wonderful before so I expect to be blown away by the after picture.
I love whatever you write.
Don’t you dare change your stuff. You’re authentic alright, and just plain enjoyable. I can’t wait to see more pics. Hope you’re feeling okay!!!
You have to write about whether you’re satisfied with the peel and whether it was worth it. That stuff really scares me but if it works…I need a personal recommendation.
My goodness, the suffering…
I think we all go through blogging blues. I personally like it here.
ouch. and one of my favorite posts anywhere ever was the one where toots wanted sumting elf. my blogging is all about me, me, me. and i come here to read about you, you, you. but honestly? i really wanted to see that photo. i’m a voyeur i guess. ouch and you’re beautiful.
and prompt tuesdays are fricking awesome.
holy shit! that picture is scary! but i’m sure you’re beautiful by now and 5,334,777 other women have gone through what you went through to get to be where you are right now, yada yada yada…
onto the part of the post where you talk about others ‘involving’ their readers and other such nonsense… whatthefuckever, dude. i could GIVE A SHIT about those other bloggers who do that shit. me? i want to hear about YOU and what and how YOU are doing. if that involves a picture of a burnt face, so be it.
in my humblest of humble opinions, fuck the bloggers who post about caring for universal issues and shit. that shit is a given. your shit is real, yo.
Honey, please do not angst yourself anymore. I wish I had half your talent and way with words. This is your space. Use it as you see fit!
What I love about all this blogging is the idea that I can read about anything I want…anything that interests me…and I can not go to the sites that I don’t care about…the freedom..I love the freedom…You write what you want and I’ll probably come and read because i like you and I can. and oh my…can i send you some ointment i got from the chinese herbalist? you’re beautiful, but that looks painful…ouch.
I suspect everyone has Blogger wobbles. I know I do: when I wonder why I write what I do, what people think, that everyone else’s blogs are better than mine . . .
But our blogs are for us – our little space to use as we wish and we should never think like that (but of course we do from time to time).
Mostly I think personal blogs are best – that blogging works best for that. Other forms of writing are often done better elsewhere and I don’t read a lot of political or other type blogs.
And you have super readers, don’t you? Look how they have rallied round to stop you worrying about your blog.
The face does look pretty horrific.
Take care of yourself and stop worrying!
First — ow ow ow – poor face! Hope it heals soon.
I find I sometimes get stale and can’t think of things to write, other times I have so many “stories” or posts going I have to pace them out.
I have maybe 10 “drafts” pending. Some of them I end up deleting, because the idea that started them ends up going nowhere.
For others, I need to do more research to get where I want to go, or go out and re-photograph something.
Other times, an idea will just pop into my mind and I’ll write the post in a half hour and its ready to go.
I don’t know. I don’t have as many readers as you do, and I don’t do sitemeter, so it’s hard to tell what people like an what they don’t.
For me, though, just the act of writing is satisfying.
Keep it up!
Don’t get all down on your bloggy self. It’s YOUR space. Do what you wish!
Second, your poor sweet skin! Your face still looks fabulous despite the burn. And that will heal in time.
I read you because, simply put m’dear, you inspire me to be a better writer.
It’s funny, but when I’m proofing something I have just written, I hear your voice (or what I imagine your voice is like) asking me; “Auds, are you telling your readers, or are you SHOWING your readers?”
And about your peel…ouchies! I know it will heal in time and reveal beautiful skin, but gosh it sure looks painful. Hope it heals soon and you get the results you wanted.
Keep writing Deb…about anything, but just write. I’ll be here, reading.
I agree with all of the above. Write for you, about you, and what you want to say no matter now random. We read because we want to know more about you and feel your “voice”. You are a fantastic writer, and if I wanted some scripted “donate to this cause” post, I would go to Oprah.com. Then again, if you find a worthy cause let us know, but keep the good stuff coming :) And PLEASE post that after picture soon, my face hurts just looking at ya!
I love coming here! I love your writing, what you write about, and how you write it, so yes, I’m in love with you, burnt face and all.
You rock!
Sayin’ a prayer for you right now cuz that looks like it hurts!
You write exactly what your readers want, my dear. We keep coming back specifically to find out what is on YOUR mind and how your face is doing. Speaking of which, YIPES!!! I do hope you went out looking like that at least once, though. It would be an interesting sociological experiment.
Oh! Also, two book recommendations for you; an essay on writing by Octavia Butler called “Furor Scribendi” which is in her short story collection “Blood Child”, and “Invisible Monsters” by Chuck Palahniuk.
I just love “hearing” your voice. Don’t fix what ain’t broke.
And as for the face burn, ouch.
hey, I was worried I missed the writing assignment, but it’s fucking MONDAY.. HAHAHHA
If you started writing about everything else, we’d know it. This is you. Write about what you know best, yourself, your world. Yes there is other things going on, we can go to the expert webpages to read about them. Here, I like learning about you. You’re human, I’m human I like that we’re human and not drones spewing out the same words.
About your face I can’t wait to see the final result! And Ouch!
If you can’t write about what you want, why even bother. Always write for yourself.
Oh, your sweet little cheeks.
Oh, my twin. I’m going through the banal blahs right now too. Thinking of maybe even cutting back to every other day. I totally get where you’re coming from. But we all love YOU the way you are.
And can I just say HOLY SHITE to the face — that looks PAINFUL. You were beautiful before, you’re STILL beautiful and I can’t wait to see you in a few weeks. Owie.
Holy carpel tunnel batman! Do you have any idea how absolutely fabulous you are going to look when you’re done healing?
Oh girlfriend! Everything is so even. It’s gonna look like you’ve transplanted a baby’s butt on your face only without the crack.
And I hear you about the posts. You and mommypie always amaze me that you’re able to have something to say every day and have it still be interesting.
I’m thinking I’m going to cut back to actually one day a week. You know how all those really cool syndicated columnists do it? Only without all the readership and pay.
Well I find it is best not to compare myself to others. Clearly you are doing something right. Don’t you dare change a thing. I am waiting for the after pics. I am sure you look gorgeous!
Well, I haven’t been reading your blog long enough to fully understand this blogging crisis you are going through, but I’ll say this –
I like reading your blog because you are funny and thoughtful. And humble.
So quit worrying about it and just have a little fun. You don’t have to impress anyone, just be yourself.