Creating a blog post is a little like producing a child.
It starts with the act of creation. Having debated whether to post or not, one gets down to tentatively approaching the task at hand.
A thought is massaged into an idea and gently rubbed and caressed into an outline. Once paper and pen have repeatedly touched, or keystrokes have thrust themselves across the computer screen, the seed of an idea is quickly lodged upon the page where it often gestates until the little blog post is born.
Once it achieves life it is carefully nurtured and fed, corrected from time to time as it grows and takes shape. It is raised from a tiny idea until it blossoms into a full post all neat and tidy and fully-formed.
It is now ready to head out into the real world not unlike the first day of school. Here it will join other little blog posts in the school of the world-wide web.
And we must let it go to stand on its own, to survive and to meet and make new and interesting friends, no matter how hard it is for mommy or daddy to do so.
And we hope our little one will be accepted by his peers and that he will get along with his new playmates.
And teachers and other parents will make comments. Not all of them may be kind, mind you, but they are all appreciated as input and advice on what you have created.
Not all blog posts are well-behaved. When this happens they become the black sheep of the family or the class clown.
That’s because their parents are humour bloggers. And you can recognize them from the smirk on their face and their innate desire to make you laugh.
It starts with the act of creation. Having debated whether to post or not, one gets down to tentatively approaching the task at hand.
A thought is massaged into an idea and gently rubbed and caressed into an outline. Once paper and pen have repeatedly touched, or keystrokes have thrust themselves across the computer screen, the seed of an idea is quickly lodged upon the page where it often gestates until the little blog post is born.
Once it achieves life it is carefully nurtured and fed, corrected from time to time as it grows and takes shape. It is raised from a tiny idea until it blossoms into a full post all neat and tidy and fully-formed.
It is now ready to head out into the real world not unlike the first day of school. Here it will join other little blog posts in the school of the world-wide web.
And we must let it go to stand on its own, to survive and to meet and make new and interesting friends, no matter how hard it is for mommy or daddy to do so.
And we hope our little one will be accepted by his peers and that he will get along with his new playmates.
And teachers and other parents will make comments. Not all of them may be kind, mind you, but they are all appreciated as input and advice on what you have created.
Not all blog posts are well-behaved. When this happens they become the black sheep of the family or the class clown.
That’s because their parents are humour bloggers. And you can recognize them from the smirk on their face and their innate desire to make you laugh.
Comments
Great creative and funny post!
Maybe that's what I'm doing wrong...not enough massaging.
Ha!
Loved this post. Good job thrusting the keystrokes. Sounds kinda dirty
dizzblnd: We do have to change them from time to time!
CatLady: Yeah that thrusting part might have been a bit of a stretch. But then again, at times we really sweat it out to create a post.
subby: Ah, someone who appreciates what I'm talking about.
Don: Hey! You don't recognize that cute kid?
Great post, Noname!
P.S. -- I haven't forgotten about that scribbler's award. I'm just very honored and trying to figure out what to do about it.
And on the Scribbler`s Award, you deserve it.
Loved this post. Good job thrusting the keystrokes. Sounds kinda dirty
dizzblnd: We do have to change them from time to time!
CatLady: Yeah that thrusting part might have been a bit of a stretch. But then again, at times we really sweat it out to create a post.
subby: Ah, someone who appreciates what I'm talking about.
Don: Hey! You don't recognize that cute kid?