“God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.”

~William Shakespeare

Nothing about Writer Dad has gone as expected.  

It’s life like.

There’s been technical snafus, but they’re like bad weather here in California.  Over quickly (except for my full feed problem, grrr….), and hard to get upset about, considering it’s just so terrific to begin with.

My biggest surprise?  

The kindness of strangers.  

I’d never left a comment before I started the blog.  It never occurred to me that there was genuine activity taking place below the equator.

A post is clearing your throat and stepping to the podium.  Comments are mingling.  

I’m lucky to have thriving comments, and won’t take it for granted.  Comments are where I’ve met the best people.  I’ll answer every one, unless you spam.  Then, you’ll be deleted.  

Blogging is not a desert, if done well.  Thank you all for teaching me how to make it a meadow.

I had something close to this post, planned for Monday, but life happened.  I’ll split the post in half, start it today, and add on a story.

Five weeks ago, Copyblogger ran a post that inspired me to email Brian.  I told him I hadn’t been writing long, but that it had started to feel like breathing (or something equally dorky).  I asked if maybe, well, gee whiz, did he think he might ever consider maybe giving me a shot at a guest post.  

In the most wonderful, sure kid, kind of way, he said I could send him something.

I emailed it a couple of days later.

Then nothing.

….school is starting.

I sent a follow up email.

Nothing.

…leaves are falling.

On Tuesday, I got an email from Brian.

I was at bat.

The guy in charge of my heartbeat started slappin the bass.

I clicked on the link.

Are You a Writer?

I wrote that… that’s my name…

not Writer Dad.  

The real one.

Anyone who has exchanged emails with me, already knows my name.  I haven’t kept it under lock and key, I’ve just chosen to keep it quiet until (coincidentally) this coming Monday.

Despite my initial shock, Brian did me a favor.  No one, I’m sure, is going to sign a book deal with “Writer Dad.”

In leu of our regular Friday release, I’d like to do something different.  

Stuff comments with questions.  I’d love to hear from everyone; even if you’ve never dropped one before.  If it’s simple, and I can answer it in a sentence, I will (though I’ll probably end up using more).  You can ask anything, from the tools I use to the color of my eyes, as long as you keep it clean (this means you Friar).  I’ll finish my story on Monday, and mine today’s comments for next week’s posts.  Blogger Dad’s interview drops on Wednesday.

If you get a chance to check out the Copyblogger post, please do.  There’s already a healthy amount of discussion taking place, and I admit it’s fun to play in someone else’s playground.  If you’ve found me this week because of Copyblogger, welcome.  I’m proud to have you.  

Writer Dad

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If you missed last Friday because of technical difficulties, sorry.  Here it is.  The last few days, Max has been buzzing around the house humming Boleró.  ”What are you doing Max?”  I’m singing Daddy’s story, he says.

Dereck still needs help living out his dream.  Simple math: a whole lot people each help a tiny little bit.