The Art Of Blogging

I admit it — I’m stealing….no. Borrowing this idea. The concept anyway.

One of my favorite little blogs is Minor Tweaks. It’s just a silly and fun little site that I view from time to time. But one of my favorite things is how he has reoccurring features, such as:

The Ikea Monologues — where the author conducts free ranging conversations with the automated customer service computer at the site.

The Backs of Stranger’s Heads — random pictures of literally that — the backs of people’s heads — usually in hats. Why? Who knows.

Off-Leash — a commentary on life by the author’s dog, written from the perspective that only a dog can provide.

It’s a device… a tool. A cheap ploy. Filler. Fodder. And now it’s mine! Because you see I’m going to have my own slate of regular features for this blog. Here’s my list so far:

The baby is now as big as — A place on this blog where every few weeks I deliver a visualization of the tiny alien growing inside my wife’s body.

The GuestWomb is now as big as — A weekly progress chart and visual of Michelle, Blog Heroine

Well chosen names/richly lived lives — A running feature of this blog where we propose names for this unborn child taking temporary residence in Michelle’s body, and imagine the colorful lives they are sure to lead.

Who’s yourdaddy – The Field Of 64 — Yeah, it’s Maury Povich’s idea. But I’m taking it to a whole new level! Think of an NCAA Basketball Tournament draw sheet. But instead of college team names, I’ll offer up 64 potential donor names. Like a tourney bracket, each one will be part of a ‘region’ of 16, or in this case a grouping. Let’s say: Actors. And I would then choose 16 potential actor fathers, and seed them according from most to least desirable. Each month we’ll ‘playoff’ the names, one by one. We’ll get down to a Final Four Fathers and finally have a gala final event where I’ll solicit ideas and opinions. Trust me…this will be fun.

Blogs I’d rather do — Pretty self explanatory. There are a limitless number of topics or themes I could blog on. Fun, interesting themes. Things I’m intensely or even mildly interested in writing about. Naturally then I’ve chosen Gestational Surrogacy, something I know nothing about. And if not for Michelle’s big project, would be 156,435,222 on a list of 156,435,224 possible topics. (You don’t want to know what the last two would be). This will be a running list of possible blogs I might have started that would appear higher up on the list.
Q&A with E&S — Between Facebook updates, AIM chats and cellphone texting, our two teenage daughters – E for Emma and S for Sara – will tackle some tough questions as posed by your friendly blog narrator. Our girls should provide a different perspective to this complex and emotional issue. The questions I intend to pose should really help people – especially teens – to understand their situation. And I see one benefit of this writing exercise to be and possibly help them come to terms with this very unique situation. And I’ll tap into that mediium that all teenagers seem to have an almost instinctual ability to know out of the womb — Facebook chat. Here’s an example of the kind of thought-provoking, hard hitting questions I will likely pose:

What does your Mom’s rapidly expanding belly most resemble ? Basketball or Blimp. Discuss!

typewriter_john_olsen_01189 million blogs. That’s a big universe of people yakking online. Or blogasphere as the kids say.

 OK, now it’s 189,000,001. With this humble outpost of vowels and consonants with a little too much punctuation thrown in.

 And while those numbers are astonishing, even more baffling is why I’m so damn late to this party. For the first 22 years of my life, all I wanted to be was a journalist. A cross between Howard Cosell and Walter Winchell, mixed with a little Edward R. Murrow and sprinked with a liberal dose of liberal Walter Cronkite.

I would write powerful columns. Scorching hot expose stories. And books. Many, many best selling books!

Fast forward another 27 years. My journalism career aborted after two fun-yet-very poor years at a small town Oregon newspaper. I work in marketing for an interesting company, and for many others along the way. Mattel. Hasbro. My own companies, great and small. I’m pretty happy with the way my career has taken off. But yet….I’m not writing.

No columns or exposes. And certainly no books. Not even a pamphlet. Or even a blog.

Until today! And the reason I started it? Because I was finally going to write a book. I had the topic — Michelle’s upcoming project. I was armed with books about how to write books. I had time cleared off my calendar and I was ready to start.

And then project just seemed too big. Daunting. I didn’t know where to start. Writer’s block? You have to actually be a writer to have that. I had pre-writer’s block.

So instead I’m starting here. One post at a time. Will GuestWomb turn into that best-selling book that I have always wanted to pen? I don’t know.

But it’s great to be finally writing again.

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It’s the first decision every parent has to make. What’s the baby’s name?

This new blog is my baby. So I have to name it. And, appropriately enough, this blog is ABOUT a baby. Or two. That’s coming in the future.

More about that later. And more about the purpose, scope and goals of this blog.

For now, it just needs a name. A handle. So I put my big 50,000 megawatt marketing brain on high power thinking and pondered.

Here’s my short list:

BabyGarage. My early favorite. Said it all with one camelbacked word. Different. But: Blog Heroine, better known as my wife Michelle, the surrogate-to-be shook her head: no.

Her bun. My oven. Same reaction, although head shake was a little more bewildered. I like it; I’ll use it somewhere else.

BabyMaker. Ugh. Sounds like a porno, or the life and times of an ex-NBA star.

Like an organ transplant. A whole bunch of them. All in one little bundle. Except that you’re not dead. Plus, you get to spread a little joy. Wordy, but descriptive. But can I get the .com of that name? Doubt it.

Baby Bump. Huh? OK, I was getting desperate.

Baby Farmer. Why do I imagine little baby heads popping up out of the soil? No.

BabyHarvest. Even creepier.

Baby Momma. Oh. Taken.

Octomom minus 7 brats. Really desperate now.

GuestWomb. Yes. Short and catchy. Perfect description of what’s going on. And now the real litmus test. I read it to Michelle.

Blog heroine chuckled; I took that for a big thumbs up.

GuestWomb it is.

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