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I Don’t Want to Be Called a Blogger
It’s not because I’m a snob. It’s just that I’m old school.
I have very mixed feelings about the term “blogger.” I started my first real blog in 2006. The concept was still relatively new back then but had blown up.
In 2007, the online version of The Arizona Republic decided to get in on the blogging craze. A friend of mine was an editor at the time and invited me to be one of the inaugural bloggers. It was an amazing opportunity.
I could basically write whatever the hell I wanted but they preferred it had something to do with Scottsdale, the city where I worked and was heavily involved in several think tanks and non-profit boards.
If the editors really like something I wrote, they would run it in print in The Arizona Republic. There are very few joys I have felt in my life like seeing my name and picture with a byline in a newspaper. It feels real.
What strongly determined what I would write about and how I would say it was that one of the owners of the company I worked for read it on a regular basis. Never did he have an issue with my content. Of course, other people did.
