The Greatest Dad Blogger Of Them All
Sometimes I think that SEO is killing writers. Sometimes I think our need to wonder and worry about how to promote our words in a way that ensures they aren’t given short shrift is wreaking havoc on our creativity.
One of my non-patented secrets for writing is that I am 298.5 pounds of child. That curly haired boy with the green eyes and olive skin called Jack never grew up completely. He got a little bit bigger and his hair got a bit less curly but he didn’t disappear. He just became a father and learned how to tune out the child inside.
It is kind of sad. Sometimes the need to pay attention to SEO and marketing makes the child feel even more sad. Kids don’t care about trying to convince search engines to rank them first. When they write about being The Greatest Dad Blogger of them all they see themselves flying alongside Snoopy because someone has to make sure that the Evil Red Baron doesn’t take out our favorite beagle.
They are too busy building Lego fortresses and using the Force to stop the Sith. Who has time for title tags when your name is Indiana Jones and you are fighting Nazis. That bullwhip is far too cool and much more interesting than the grownup stuff.
Some of you have talked about my having had a hard run this year and I agree with you. Much of it has sucked. But some of it has been bad because of what has happened to friends and family. When I look at the unofficial list I sort of shake my head.
My grandfather died. The infant son of a friend died. Two very important people in my life lost their fathers and last week one of my friends died.
Well, the reason I keep going isn’t just because I am a father. It is because that little boy Jack, the one who made Snoopy be his wingman has dreams that help him. He never gave up or stopped believing in some of them and that hope is the flame in the night he follows. Sometimes it is dark but that flame never quite goes out and Jack never stops digging.
Truth is that if I stopped I think I might die. I don’t say that to be melodramatic but because it is such a big part of me.
Nanowrimo and Movember
Nanowrimo continues. Every day I add pieces to the puzzle but I still haven’t figured it all out. I am sort of torn on formatting, trying to work out the best way to put it together. I want to have a handle on the individual pieces but I also want to present them as part of the whole.
I am part of the mighty dad blogging team that is taking on Movember. The men are working hard to make a difference in the world of men’s health which is why I am growing one nasty mustache. Might have to take the stache and become a motorcycle cop or try to star in a remake of a bad 70’s porno. Alternatively I could pitch Hollywood on a script set on the mean streets of cleveland. Could be kind of fun to make the river burst into flames fifteen or twenty times.
More importantly I would like to invite you to support the Movember movement by making a donation.
Where does the money go?
Funds raised through the Movember US campaign go to Movember (Tax ID: 77-0714052) which is a national, not for profit organization with 501(c)(3) registration.
The net funds are committed to programs supporting prostate cancer and other male cancer initiatives run by Movember and through our men’s health partners the Prostate Cancer Foundation and LIVESTRONG.
And that my friends is all she wrote. It is time for this old man to get some shut eye. This post was part of The Just Write Project of my favorite weekly linkups.