I’m burned out on the internet. I don’t want to blog. Actually, I DO want to blog, but I don’t want to worry about what I’m writing. I just want to write the way I used to write, about my kids and my husband and my life and completely boring crap that nobody will find interesting but me. I don’t want to do product reviews anymore. Actually, I would still like to get cool free shit in the mail, but I don’t want to be obligated to write about it. Can we work out a deal like that? No? Boooooo. Don’t worry, I’m still going to do the eleventy-seven reviews I’m sort of obligated to do, and honestly, I’ll enjoy writing most of them, because I DO enjoy sharing things that I find to be really cool. I want to be able to go alllllll day long without even dreaming of looking at my Twitter page. I want to lie in bed watching The Daily Show and fall asleep way before midnight. I want to go the rest of my life without dropping a single Entrecard. I’d like to forget about Sitemeter. (Actually, I kind of have. I screwed up one of my sidebar widgets a few days ago and my Sitemeter code disappeared. And I didn’t add it back in. Hmph.) I want SEO to mean Supah Extraordinary Optimism. I want to upload pictures to Flickr and not have them end up on some weird joke site. I want to block out the entire “paid blogging” phase of my life, since it seems to be the source of the darkness in my blogging world, robbed me of my pagerank (yet another thing I wish I knew nothing about) and isn’t doing jack shit for me nowadays.

I just want to WRITE. Is that so bad?

But, I still would like people to occasionally throw money at me. Y’know, seven mouths to feed and all that.

Is that such a bad thing?

What’s wrong with me? Will I snap out of it soon?

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