Blogopolis Bulletin


“What a wonderful thing is the mail, capable of conveying across continents a warm human hand-clasp.”

~Author Unknown

Sorry everybody.  I had no idea that this didn’t hit RSS yesterday until people started wondering where I was.  Issue solved.  Happy weekend!  See ya Monday.

467996341_056d575f11Immediately behind “You’ve gotta have a niche” follows the Blogopolis adage, “You’ve gotta have a newsletter.”  Of course I’ve wandered through the last five  months ignoring these experience gilded pearls of advice; dodging the wisdom as though it were the promise of an ill fitting uniform.

As I give Writer Dad my pinky instead of my hand, the Dad will get the FRONT PAGE!  bold type – at least around here.  The Writer, it seems, will become a bit of a nomad.

2009 thus far, is a giant white canvas, filling the west wall of my existence.  Though the final image is still a mystery, there are a few definite smears of color across the empty space.  A thousand ideas and a multiplicity of words must coalesce to give that picture breath.

I have undoubtedly grown in the half year since I first browsed through the boulevards of Blogopolis in search of a dwelling to call my own.  I’d be disappointed if the new year did not find me taking larger leaps with the new found strength in my legs.  I hope that next December I am looking onto a landscape equally arid of explicit future, yet every bit as pregnant with promise.

I need a campfire for my projects to gather around; a single strand to sew everything together.

I’m starting a newsletter.  I’m not sure how often I’ll hit send, though I’m imagining bi-weekly.  It will likely be a gathering of content with a snippet or two of something extra special.  If you are a fan of Lucas Bright or RedBook, are curious about projects brewing, or want an auxiliary dose of wonderful words, please fill in the form below.  It takes but a second and I promise not to spam you.

The following video is a teaser for something coming in the new year.  It’s a collaboration with the wonderful husband and wife team of Jeremy and Lucy at Lulu Design, and precisely the sort of thing that would make its way into the newsletter.  Have a wonderful weekend,  I’ll see you Monday.

Writer Dad


A Booster Shot For Your Blog

“There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.”

~Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Eric and I have been talking.  The two of us have a lot in common, not just in age, life, and perspective, but within the common tide of our blogging experience. Blogopolis has been good to both of us so far, and each day we each receive emails plump from comparable questions:

How did you get all your subscribers?
How did you get that guest post at…?
How can I do it too?

There are no easy answers to these queries.  Eric and I read more than our share of content, contributing where appropriate.  We take the writing part of our blogging serious and deliver each of our posts as though they will be remembered forever rather than buried within a week.

You here the echo everywhere: content is king and social media necessary, content is king and social media necessary, content is king and social media necessary, content is king and social media necessary.

We all know it isn’t enough.

One thing, we agree, made an immediate difference: a professional look gleaming our blog from the beginning.  I started out on Blogspot, but only felt at home with Thesis. Though I do believe it was the quality of my writing that pushed me forward, I’m also sure there is a contingent of readers who glance first and read second.

Superficial, yes.  Reality, absolutely.

The information highway is not only congested with traffic, it is raving in repetition.  New sites surface daily.  A billion blogs will mean a billion voices.

How will yours stand out?

If your blog is your business, it is vital for your design to stand vivid amongst the masses.  Whether your blog is in birth or rebirth, a few tweaks will make a tremendous difference.  From sprucing up subscription icons to adding a custom logo, limits rest only in imagination.

With a unique look, you won’t squander subscribers by sending the message that you are only an echo.  User experience is critical, and it’s the little things such as accessibility and ease of use that are key.  A helping hand ensures users will navigate your site with ease.

Bland can happen within the pages of your theme whether it’s free or premium.  That doesn’t mean you have to let it find you.

A successful blogger should stand strong from the swarm.

The key is in customization.

Eric and I would like to help.  We have a large enterprise under development, this isn’t it.  This is a project we’ve teamed to do for a restricted period of time.  Eric has a decade of tech experience, and has run his own consulting firm for half that time.  I’m a writer with perfect pitch and a precise eye for detail.  Together, we will give your blog not only a premium glow, but an individual fingerprint as well.

Click here for more details, and we hope to hear from you.  Have a great weekend, and I’ll see you Monday.

Writer Dad

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The Zen of Manliness

“People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they’ll have good voice boxes in case there’s ever anything really meaningful to say.”

~Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

About a month ago, I wrote two guest posts back to back.  Both for sites I really liked, and both escorted to my door by the kindness of others.  They’ve been off of my desk for over three weeks.  Coincidentally, they both landed within a day of one another.

The first is from Zen Habits.  Leo is one of the reasons I started blogging.  I came across his blog when the word still tumbled around my mouth with an unfamiliar taste, like flange or kumquat.  I found him on Digg, and was struck by the long arm of a single voice.

The second post is from the Art of Manliness, a truly unique Blogopolis beacon.  It’s an old fashioned blog (if such an oxymoron could ever exist), that speaks to the lost art of being a man.

I’m especially proud of these two posts, and would like to point you in their direction.  The Zen Habits post is “Breaking a Bad Habit Shatters the Rung Beneath You.” The Art of Manliness post is  “Teaching My Son to be a Man.”

If you have a moment, please check them out.  I’d also like to thank Eric Hamm for putting Leo and I together, and Hayden Tompkins for finding me a place where I could share what Daisy, Max, and Mia have taught me about being a man.  Thanks guys.

Writer Dad

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Writer Dad in Rough Draft

“When you aim for perfection, you discover it’s a moving target.”

~George Fisher

I began this blog to chronicle a significant shift in my family’s biography. Daisy and I were determined to take our teaching online, and write the daylight away.  This is an undertaking that has required both our full time commitment and every ounce of collective courage.

We have closed our preschool, and are now inhaling our few final weeks.  Next year, we’re moving west.  Well not really, we’re only a handful of blocks from the lip of the Pacific now, but I feel like we are in the 1800′s, when land was cheap to anyone willing to stake a claim and start construction.

Question: How much is a domain going for these days?

Answer: Two morning’s worth of Starbucks.

Writer Dad was a rough draft, rolling along with rhythm and regularity for the last four months, but it is now ready for its first revision.

Writer Dad has been a marvelous stage to step upon; a podium for any thought I was willing to balloon into five-hundred words or so.  Behind the curtain, it has always been about my family; the legacy I leave and the stories I wish to pass.  Writer Dad focuses on fatherhood with well written tales about those things that orbit my existence, and that is what Writer Dad will continue to be.

Not having a niche is nice, and I have enjoyed it immeasurably, but it is now time to not have a niche in more than one place.

In early 2009, the first of several new stages will be set, and I will spread my voice to another venue. Writer Dad will continue to do what it has always done, only better from the benefit of extra breath. Writer Dad will leave the desk in favor of a favorite chair. I will post only when I have something to say, probably around three times a week. I plan to do a lot more with a little less, and though I still have plenty of things to chat about that have nothing to do with fatherhood, come January, I will share them elsewhere.

For December, things won’t be too different. I look forward to sharing a few special announcements and giving you the best of the rest of the same.  The Bloggers I Heart will return at the end of the month to tell us what the holidays mean to them, and I’m trying hard to line up a guest post from Santa, but his internet has been all wonky and we can’t seem to keep our ichat connection (yes, Santa uses a Mac).  I am working on it though.

Writer Dad

Namas Daisy is opening presence here.

Happy 100!

“Don’t say you don’t have enough time.  You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresea, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”

~Life’s Little Instruction Book, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Writer Dad is 100 posts old today.  We’ve moved from two digits to three.

I was wondering if I could ask you all for a favor in celebration of our little landmark.

One of the things that has made this blog what it is, has been the constant flow of reader feedback.  To this, I am forever grateful.  It is you who have pushed my writing far further, and far faster, than it would have flown otherwise.

In lieu of a lengthy post, I’d like to ask that you leave a thought below.  I’m requesting one of two kinds; a compliment, or one to grow on.  Please tell me what it is that you enjoy about Writer Dad, or what it is you believe I can do better.

I won’t be downstairs today.  I’ll read, smile, take notes, etc., but the floor is yours.  Please do not be shy.  If you’ve never commented before, it only takes a minute.  You will need to enter an email address, but no one will ever see it, save for me, and I’m not a collector.  If you would like to say something anonymously, you may enter anonymous (or something more imaginative) and use writerdad@writerdad.com as the email address.

Thank you all for everything, and here’s to a hundred more.

Writer Dad

Sean Platt is a ghostwriter for hire, specializing in custom speeches and wedding vows.

Jolly Good Then

“I like the English. They have the most rigid code of immorality in the world.
~Malcolm Bradbury

I’m nut sure exactly when I became friends with Dave Fowler.  Truth is, I didn’t realize that he wasn’t Dave Wright (Blogger Dad) for the longest time.  One day, after a particularly long sequence of emails, I realized something was wrong.  “This guy used to be a reporter?”  I thought.  He can’t even spell.  At that moment I realized I’d been talking to a different Dave, one who lived on the other side of the pond where they don’t love the letter Z and, by all accounts, feast on some truly dreadful dishes.  It was an a-ha moment, a thousand cheerios! and blimeys! bloomed into clarity.

But not really.

Actually, Dave’s been here since the beginning.  He’s been reading Writer Dad since words were bouncing against the walls of a mostly empty blog.  My favorite thing about Dave is that, though he left the force to be a stay at home dad, he maintains the voice of an officer (even though he was an English bobby who preferred scones to donuts and wasn’t allowed to carry a gun like a real man).  Dave is always willing to step into a situation with articulate authority, and express what he feels is right.  Sometimes with humor, other times with carefully crafted words, but always with honor.  Dave Fowler is a jolly good man and, indubitably, a Blogger I Heart.

Here’s Jeeves:

Dare To Dream

I am a chronic daydreamer.

I’ve been a daydreamer all my life, and will remain so until I close my eyes forever.

As a child I was constantly criticised for my wandering mind.

Whilst my body was in the classroom, my mind was often absent; engaged in another, far more interesting world.

Without a doubt, daydreaming held me back; at least as far as my formal
education was concerned. I simply didn’t learn half of what was taught.  In fact, I never even heard it.

I sometimes wonder what I might have become had I not been so distracted by my wandering thoughts. I’ll never know for sure, but one thing I do know…. I was born to ponder.

I love to think, and I love the random thoughts that float about my mind. My favourite thoughts are those that pull me into a dreamlike state, then coalesce to tell a story.

It is never the sort of narrative that could become a novel, or even a children’s book, rather it is a simple story about my life; my future to be more precise.

It’s a beautiful moment; detached from reality, and immersed in a daydream.

It feels real. I see the sights, hear the sounds, smell the scents, and feel the emotions.

Once the dream has finished, it feels as though it’s actually happened, and my mind lingers with the aftertaste of a memory.

I used to fight my daydreams to stave off the constant bombardment of criticism, but I’ve come to realise the inherent power in these flights of fancy. I now believe my ability to daydream is a treasure in my life, rather than the curse it was at school.

I realise that nearly everything I’ve achieved in my life has been the product of a dream developed.

When I first met the woman who would later become my wife, I used to dream about what I would say the next time I saw her. I used to dream about how we’d fall in love, how I’d propose, and how we’d live happily ever after.

I’ve fostered daydreams about my cars, my career, my house, my interests, and pretty much everything else that make up the minutes of my days.

I’ve found this to be an incredibly powerful mechanism for achieving those things I long for most.

Prior to my revelation, I’d read much about goal setting and achieving success in life through identifying key steps, setting deadlines and then writing them down. I’m sure it works for a great many people, but I am not one of them.

My goals just ended up being another list of “things to do.”  Unfortunately for me, previous experience proved me a repeated offender of ignoring such lists.

But a story …. a story pulls me in and commands my attention; transports me from one reality to another.  A different atmosphere, where anything is possible.

I can be the hero of the story, or simply observe from a short distance away. Either way, I’m still involved.

The fable of my future – born of my daydreams – captivates and excites me like little else.  I am compelled to chase those dreams.

Within the last year, I’ve dreamt outrageous dreams of leaving my job and living a new, more rewarding life. I’ve also dreamt of earning a living by creating things of value, and then inserting them into my own agenda.

The first part of my dream has already come true.  I have absolutely no doubt that the rest of the dream will also come to be a reality.

In fact, it’s already starting to happen.

I urge you – dare to dream – about what’s possible.  Buy into the story you create for yourself, then fulfill it with happiness and success.

You can find Dave speaking Constapateze here.  It’s fun to read his blog while imagining the many funny faces that English people make while speaking.

She’s Mighty Dog In Her Mind!

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.

~Winston Churchill

About a dozen fallen leaves more than a month ago, I got a note in my inbox.  It was from a daily reader, regular commenter, and first time emailer.  He liked the site and wanted to know if there was anything he could do to help make it better.  This was the Blogopolis version of asking if I’d like to share his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Over the course of a weekend, he added the 40 to my WD.  He’s the reason everything around here looks so shiny.

A couple weeks later, perhaps it was the season changing (or maybe he couldn’t stand Blogger Dad having all the fun), we decided to pool ourselves on a project.  Collaboration has been daily since.  Eric Hamm, as you may already know, runs the blog “Motivate Thyself.”  An apt name for an individual as motivated as he.  He’s also started a second blog, “Up and Coming Blogger.”  He is quick, intelligent, and quite deserving of being a blogger I heart.

Without further ado, Eric Hamm:

The other night my wife and I were watching the TV show, ‘Bones’, on Fox dot com.  During one of the commercials we saw a slow motion shot of a dog leaping into the air to grab a flying Frisbee.  Jokingly I shouted, “Look, it’s Ginger!”  Liz laughed and then followed with a, “Yeah right.”  Then Ginger popped her head up as if surprised by the questioning of her Terrier like talents.

She’s a wiener all the way.

At only 8 months of age, Ginger is the younger of our two Miniature Dachshunds.  Spotted like a cow and about as coordinated as a…cow…Ginger is by no means a show dog by any standard.  She got the short end of the stick, which, for a breed that barely breaches the surface, is like saying a certain Sloth is slow.  Her shape resembles a hot dog for sure, but we think this one was left to cook just a few minutes more.  When she’s frustrated she moans and her bark is more like a ‘blark’, but we love her just the same.

Her ‘perfect’ older sister.

Abi is more the essence of excellence when it comes to raw physical ability.  She’s fast, jumps like a jack rabbit and can howl with the best of them.  So when comparing these two characters, we can’t help but see the stark contrast.

Watching them play is always good for a laugh.  Abi puts her ‘slow legs’ on so Ginger can keep up.  She leaps over obstacles as Ginger kind of throws herself through the speed bumps.  And when Abi lands with grace, it’s Ginger that tumbles on by as she loses the game with gravity.

Ignorance is bliss!

But what gives Ginger her ‘gingerness’ is her complete disregard for her disadvantaged demeanor.  Her personality is filled with confidence as her spunk is bounding with bravery.  In her mind, when her leaps barely break contact with the ground, she is most certainly soaring like a super hero.  It’s as if she never got the memo; never realized her lack of athletic ability…or she just doesn’t care.

Unaware of ourselves.

Life is often unnecessarily stressful because of a constant obsession with ourselves.  We are always over analyzing as we filter experiences with our fine toothed feelings.  Many of our greatest mistakes are in some way related to an insecure reaction to reality.

So what can we learn as we imagine this four legged lap dog, with little success to show?  She’s a determined little thing, that’s for sure, but it’s not her ‘never give up’ attitude that I’m interested in at the moment.  Instead, I can’t help but admire the way she sees the world around her.  I guess that’s the point…she’s actually looking outward; not picking apart her peculiar personality.  You can just tell that when Ginger is faced with a task, she is not hindered by the inconvenience of insecurity.  Whether or not she gets the job done, you can be certain that her mind was clear in the attempt.  And if she fails, she just picks herself up and moves on; never being at the mercy of her mistakes.

I’ll be the first to admit that life for us humans is much more complicated than that of a dysfunctional Dachshund.  And I’m certainly not implying that we can somehow ‘flip a switch’ to clear ourselves of our self consciousness.  But I would encourage you to let yourself learn from the simple minds of our complicated world, that life is too short to spend it sulking in solitude.  So enjoy this day as you look out among the many opportunities for adventure.  And when you’re hit with an unexpected hurtle, just think about Ginger and remember that it’s not about the gifts you’ve been given, but the ferocity of the fight inside you.

Great job, Eric.

You can subscribe to Eric’s feed here, and follow his tweets here.  I can’t think of a single reason why you wouldn’t.

Writer Dad

At Least I Don’t Have Zits

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t.

~Erica Jong

Last week, the blogger I hearted was Dave Wright from Blogger Dad.  This week it’s Rita, from Rita’s Digest.

Rita and I crossed words our first meeting.  By the time Writer Dad closed shop for the day, we’d both had our say, along with immediate mutual respect.  We’ve disagreed since, but even our strongest disputes conclude with a simple Namasté.

I believe there is no one in Blogopolis who wishes me success more than Rita.  She is my biggest cheerleader.  As I said earlier this week, the power of praise runs in both directions.

Rita is also my biggest critic.

A couple of weeks back, Rita took me aside.  “Check yourself before you wreck yourself,” she said (though not in those words).

You know when you’re running in circles, juggling a dozen things with the speed of a bullet and the accuracy of a shotgun, then you bark your shin without even feeling it, only to find a medley of black and blue by the end of the day?

That’s what I was doing with comments; not just here, but everywhere.  Rita’s words made me seriously reconsider my approach.  I’ve been wanting to write about the subject for a while, but there’s no need.  Rita’s words triggered tremendous talk on Vered’s blog yesterday, and she’s done a splendid job here.

Of course, I have plenty to add, but I’ll do it downstairs.

Enjoy:

“Star Wars,” High School and Blogging

I graduated from High School on a warm May evening in 1977.  Though there were 1,400 seniors in my graduating class, ONLY 1,100 met the requirements to graduate that night.  The ceremony itself didn’t matter…none of us planned on attending, as there was a new movie opening that night, and we all wanted to see the movie instead.  The movie:  “Star Wars.”  The top 50 or 60 students in the class were ripped apart by our collectively acquainted parents:  you may not care about being handed that diploma, but we do.  Go to graduation, let us snap a few shots, and then you can see the movie.  In agreement, that is how most of my friends and I graduated from High School – in haste.
That was 31 years ago.  Certainly, much has happened in that time.  One thing that I’ve realized as one daughter graduates college, and one enters, is that life is never the same after High School.  I firmly held that belief until one month ago, while blogging.  I am now back in High School.  Though High School wasn’t too bad at 15 or 16, it has no place in my life as I near 50.  Being a blogger is like being in High School.

How is blogging like being in High School again?  I’m glad I asked.

1.  “I called you yesterday, so it’s your turn to call me today.”   Such is the same with commenting on blogs.  I stopped commenting on most blogs three weeks ago, though I generally read 20 or so blogs a day, and 40 or more on my “Touch Base Tuesdays.”  If I have something to add that hasn’t already been said, something to disagree with, or something I’d like clarified I leave a comment.  I have stopped playing “I’ll comment for you if you comment for me.”  I DO agree:  blogging is a social medium.  But my husband, children and “real-life” friends were being short-changed, because I was commenting on so many blogs on which I really had little to say.  I have never taken an ad, never expected to make money off of blogging, and never paid attention to the “numbers.” If people wish to read what I have to say, come on over.  If you care to leave a comment, I will try to give you a thoughtful response.  But expecting “reciprocity” on leaving comments does NOT mean that I’m not reading your blog for the pure enjoyment of it.

2.  “Tag, you’re it.”  Meme’s can be fun to read at times, but most posts I write are extended meme’s.  I have no “theme,” hence I write what is on my mind, and is a reflection of my thoughts.  Sometimes I’m in a funny mood, sometimes I’m in a sad mood, and sometimes I just want to get across a point that I feel is important.  I DON’T have a favorite post, and it doesn’t really matter what color my eyes are.  This is why I generally “refuse” to be tagged.  This may make me look old and curmudgeonly, but the only way NOT to play a game is to remove your piece from the board.

3.  “I need to hang with the popular crowd.”  No, I don’t.  I want to “hang” with people who write well, offer interesting perspectives, open my eyes to new ideas or shake me up a bit.  I made the mistake early on of hanging with one “popular crowd” – for the most part, a lovely crowd.  But, as in High School, there are the Athletes, the Cheerleaders, the “Prom King and Queen,” the Academics – and the solitary person sitting at the lunch table who just moved to town and has nobody to tell about who they are, what their lives are like, what their dreams are.  I’ve begun to put my lunch tray down at their tables more recently.  Many of them are incredibly “cool,” and offer fresh perspectives.

4.  “Here’s Your Summer Reading List.”  Perhaps you remember that list of book after book on the same “topic” to be written about on the first day of the new school year.  Now it’s bloggers with URL after URL on the same topic.  Were I interested in that topic, I would Google it myself, and if I didn’t have a clue about the topic, I would do the same.  I read enough blogs.  I don’t need a blog that provides lists and lists of OTHER blogs – all of which address the same topic.

5.  “Ooh, Teacher, call on me, call on me.”  This is the one that gets me the most.  Somebody will ask me a question – a GOOD question – and I will research it, try to provide an answer and do so in a way that the person listens to the answer, rather than hears it.  But I’m learning, that just as in the classrooms I teach, many people ask questions to look particularly smart – or ignorant – but don’t even care to come back for the answers.  That is why I only subscribe to blogs in my email now.  I want to read other people’s questions and answers.  And I have learned that many of those who ask questions of ME don’t even come back for the answer.  I’m always happy – delighted – to answer questions.  As a teacher I know that teaching to an empty classroom is a waste of time.

6.  “We are a community.”  It is true – we are, in many ways, a community.  Like a High School class is a community.  I bought into that game in blogging, and sold too much of myself for a piece of the action; for just as we are a community, we are also competitors.  Bloggers want to be “A+” bloggers, and the way to do that is to insulate yourself so much that the same group of bloggers read and comment with the same group of bloggers.  Read the names of the top 10 commenters on the blogs you visit; chances are, most are the same.  Bloggers WANT to be seen with the “big blogs” so that, in many cases, the others on the “big blog” lists will come to them.  Community or competition?

It may appear that I’m down on blogging.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  It is many (not all) BLOGGERS that I am down on – starting with myself.  I love to write, but I sold out.  And I lost too much of myself – and my life.  I will continue to blog, but I will treat it as an adult endeavor, for I am an adult.  Anybody who wishes to read my words is more than welcome to do so.  If you wish to leave a comment, please do; but please don’t feel compelled to do so to “prove” that you were there.  I already KNOW who was there, as do you all.

I’m sorry now that I missed most of my High School graduation, as it was a milestone.  I ended up missing College graduation, because my grandmother died the day before. These days, I don’t want to miss more things that I will regret, like reading a book, spending time with friends and family and tending to my physical and mental health as I age.  Plus I didn’t like “Star Wars” one bit.

Thanks, Rita.  Well said.

Writer Dad

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Forty Days and Forty Nights

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.

~Oscar Wilde

Though I love blogging, I do wish I could change the odds of someone new reading something old.  As it stands, they’re equal to the odds of my passing  a bowl of peanut M&M’s empty handed.

It’s the nature of the beast.  Blogs evolve with rapidity.  Trying to keep up, let alone catch up, can feel like moving a mountain of sand with a pair of rusty tweezers.

I took Writer Dad seriously from the very beginning, because I wanted to grow as a writer.  This past week, I reread my first forty posts.  It’s interesting to look back on things I’ve scribbled and  find them somehow surprising.

Here’s what my sister said in an email after my first week:

My thoughts on your blog are that it’s extremely well written, and surprisingly professional and tasteful in how it’s presented.  I don’t mean “surprisingly” like a slam. . .  I just mean  it looks  like some Aspiring Professional Author Writer Dad carefully crafted it, and not my goofy brother who likes to hum Super Mario Bros. through his nose.  Wait, that still sounded like a slam, didn’t it?  It’s not… I hope you know what I mean.

Still one of my favorite compliments regarding Writer Dad.

I’ve compiled the first forty posts, and assembled them all pretty like in an E-Book.

The book’s an interesting read.  It starts with a few rather awkward posts, from the two weeks of Blogspot prior to Writer Dad.  I transferred them to this blog right before it started, so that first time visitors wouldn’t be wise to how empty the hallways actually were.

As the pages turn (or scroll), you can almost feel the moment things start to shift.  The writing becomes fun, playful even, as I started to realize what I was born to do.  Those were magical moments, the first taste of possibility, without the stress of major transition.

It’s a summit I look forward to climbing again.

These are a few of my favorites, in order of appearance.

  • Sink or Swim: We are faced with only two choices when we find ourselves adrift; sink or swim.
  • The Great Equalizer: A long and winding thought on the role of publishers in an industry about to shift.
  • I Promise: A commitment to continuously search for my truest voice.
  • Just Pay Attention: Music and language are critical to a child’s early development.  Dual Immersion is AWESOME.

If you have a favorite, and someone to share it with; perhaps someone who doesn’t normally read blogs, please email  a story, the book, or a link to this page.  Each entry in the E-Book links to the original post.  Feel free to drop by again.  Discussions here are endless.

The book is here.  Enjoy, and I’ll see you Monday.

Writer Dad

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Dejá Vuesday

“This is like Dejá Vu all over again.”

~ Yogi Berra

I love writing for Writer Dad.  Of course, anytime you’re staring into the beady eyes of a deadline, it’s bound to feel like work, but it’s a different sort of writing than anything else I do, and satisfying in an immediate way.

I sew my sentences together, send them to the world, then wait for the bottles to bob back toward my island.

Two… four…. eight…. sixteen…. thirty-two…. sixty-four hours, and then they’re gone; weeks worth of posts now buried in unmarked graves inside my server.

Most readers never reach the archives.  I don’t blame them.  I’ve never combed the annuls of even my most favorite bloggers.  It’s not personal, there just aren’t enough hours in the day.  

At this point, most of the Writer Dad audience hasn’t read anything more than a month old.  Because I’d like  to revisit some of our more entertaining prior posts, and also because I’d like to squeeze a few more minutes from my week, I’m introducing Dejá Vuesday.  The series will run through November, highlighting one vintage post each Tuesday.

If you have an old favorite, let me know.  If there’s a post that has more votes than the others, it will be featured the following week.  If you think I’m just a lazy git, you can tell me that as well.  New voices are welcome to add to the old conversation; old voices are welcome to return.

This week’s post:  No, no, no!  I said I didn’t want to be a Chooch.

Happy Vuesday,

Writer Dad

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