Some writer buddies and I were discussing the word “blog.” A derivative of “web log,” it’s such an inelegant word. Short. Heavy. Blog rhymes with other short, heavy, inelegant words: bog, flog, hog, clog. (OK, I’ll give you dog and Prague but then you’ll have to give me slog and grog.) Blog is a frog of a word that cannot be kissed into princehood.
Writers live for the elegance of words, for the images and emotions they conjure. We are in love with the way words dance; the way they sound in isolation and in concert with one another.
Blog works for those short bullets of thought and opinion, the true web logs. But what of those posts that reach for a more sublime connection with readers? The longer, more lyrical ones? The ones that sear consciousness? Blog just doesn’t cut it.
So I’m putting the call out there to all my readers and writer buddies and their readers and writer buddies. Come up with an alternative to blog. Coin, or purloin, a word that reflects this other kind of blogging — the composition of elegant prose that has the power to move hearts. And mountains.
A free copy of my novel (when it’s published!) to the winner.