I’ve had my blog for a couple of months now.  I’d been putting it off for at least that long.  Perhaps twice that long.  I think it was twice that long.  As an insurance agent, if it had been my prospect who was waffling that much over getting a policy, I’d have told him, “You kinda have a hard time making up your mind, don’t you.”

But the difference is it was me having a hard time.  And, I have to live with me, so I try to cut myself a little slack.  I’m generous like that.

So, I attacked the problem logically.  I did a Google search for free blogs.  I admit, I’m not a quick study, so it made perfect sense that if I’m going to have to follow a learning curve, then why should I follow it on my dime?

Right off the bat three serendipitous events occurred in my blogging life:

First, I came across WordPress.  It satisfied two important needs.  If was free, so I figured I could afford to learn as long as I want.  Bad idea …  but it sounded good at the time.! The second need it satisfied was that it had hundreds and hundreds of free themes – backgrounds and column layouts and colors and widgets and snippets and snappets — and, I was in a kind of Disneyland for bloggers.

I spent the first week or two sampling this or that theme, you know,  the all-important red letters on black background, pink on chartreuse, and whether my writing should shriek out in a size 48 font or whether I should have my reader lounge around my blogroom in a precious calligraphic script.  Oh, so many decisions.  But, oh so much time to entertain them, since, by gum!, my blog was free.

Which brings me to my second serendipitous event: Sonia Medeiros.

Let me explain.  I met her, I think, when she retweeted something of mine.  Totally unimportant on the Cosmic level.  Vitally important to me  because she adopted me.  Of course she didn’t know it, still doesn’t know it (well, now she does!)  She has become Mama Medeiros, my blog maven.  It was with her encouragement that I posted my first blog.  There have only been 5 or 6 since then and she has been there for each, with her party horn tooting and party hat cocked at a jaunty angle.

And, then she did something else.  She told me you really must get to know Kristen Lamb, and you’ll do that by reading her books, We Are Not Alone: The Writer’s Guide To Social Media, and Are You There Blog? It’s Me, Writer.  I went to Amazon immediately and bought both.

I needed to read no more than the first page of each to understand that she was to become the third serendipitous event in my blogging life.

Now… two months into my blogging infancy, what have I learned?  I’ve learned to run before I crawl…  What?  What did he say?  Is he dyslexic?  No! Listen to the ladI know him well! Left to his own devises, he would still be building the perfect blog theme and he would keep crawling to its dubious but flashy graduation, Pomping and Circumstancing his way into 2012.

So, throughout my first half-dozen or so flawed blog posts, I’ve had one die-hard regular.  Thanks Mama Sonia!  Oh, and, I followed another of her kernals of advice.  I studied other blogs out there.  And, in the course of following her advice I have officially become the title of this blog.  I have scoured, analyzed, taken apart and put together so many blogs that I think in not too many more months I will be able to offer the world a fairly decent blog of my own.

In the meantime, I will share the blogs I find most appealing, helpful, entertaining, naughty, enlightening, colorful, eloquent and fun … above all, fun.

So won’t you drop by?  And please invite your friends?  And above all, why not turn me on to a blog or two that you especially like?

                                                                   See you in a few…

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My Twitter account identifies me as “a writer, a salesman, an optimist, a dreamer,” and adds: “may the four always cohabit and produce wondrous progeny.” Each of the first two identifies a blood-and-bone human being, living in the real world who works very hard at being honest and caring—but, who is still evolving in these areas. The last two (“optimist” and “dreamer”) are foundational qualities in my life. They keep a fire crackling under me that hopefully fuels the writer … and also the salesman, whose hat each of us is hard-wired to wear. Sandwiched somewhere between writing and selling, I attended college and even tried my hand at selling high school kids on why they should love learning and reading and writing. That was a brief stint. Whether teaching failed me or I it, I don’t know. You’d have to ask the kids—though many might be doddering by now, and some dead. Still, experientially, it is a part of me. I am married, living with my dog, Sirius, in Bakersfield, California, and separately from my wife.


  1. You’ve paid forward in more ways than you know. Had you not been here giving me my first fillip, I doubt that I’d be here writing this blog now. I want to give credit where due.


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