Some things come easily to me, and for these (few) things, I am thankful. Full of thank. Column-naming, however, is not one of them. Actually, naming in general is not one of my strong suits. I've been the proud owner of 3 animals that did not have names, unless you count "Black kitty", "That cat", and "Hey dog" as names. My current pet, a sweet kitten, is basically nameless.
It's not that I didn't try--no, the problem is, I tried too hard. I was told the cat's name was Mousers. No, I'm serious. So that, obviously, had to change. Before even meeting this kitten, I had a list of potential names. When we saw him, I realized that although Milo was a cute name, it didn't look like him. Neither did Captain, Binx, Otis, Mao, Percy, or Thomas. We finally decided on Huckle, which Molly still calls him, but we took too long. The naming window passed. The cat was doomed to be eternally nameless.
That brings me back to my point. My column will be featured in a big newspaper starting in January, and I was asked to come up with a clever name for it. I like Mother, Interrupted, but I want to choose a name that really seems like me. One that tells people, before they read it, what they're getting themselves into. A name that encompasses the essence of Debra. I've had a lot of ideas:
The Red Letter
Good Judgement with Debra
The D Word (<---"Debra")
...But none of these really hit the spot. Why am I so terrible at naming things? What if I never come up with a good name, and they print my column as "Untitled" by Debra Carpenter? What if I come up with a great name when I'm falling asleep and can't remember it when I wake up (that happened to me this morning!)? It's your responsibility, as a reader, to give me a great idea. Go on and email it to me, you creative son of a gun!
By the way, I'm really interested to know who my international readers are. I have readers in 14 countries, including Russia, Malaysia, China, Mexico, Korea, Peru, and Italy. If you are one of these people, please email me or leave a comment on this post! You make me feel super-cultured and posh, just by reading my blog.
Last, I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately. School takes more of my time than I remembered. Deadlines for newspapers, 2 year olds, and husbands also take up time, leaving my blog neglected and alone.
Better my blog than me, right? Am I right?
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