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When I began blogging it was at the suggestion of my marketing coaches, who pointed out to me that blogging would be a good way to get my web site’s name noticed without having to spend so much money wrestling with Google Adwords.  They designed a lovely blog to match the theme of my web site, FeeFiFoto, named the blog, and had everything up and running for me to play with.  And play I did.

I blogged like crazy for months, promoting the site, trying to work a mention of FeeFiFoto into every post.  Much of my writing pertained to gift giving for Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Mother’s and Father’s Day, birthdays and anniversaries.  I flogged the site, promoted the site, held giveaways from the site, wrote endlessly about calendars, Christmas ornaments, mugs and handbags decorated with your favorite photos.

I also wrote about other things, about my kids and my parents, our travels, our home, our varmints, our environmental issues, and our frequently self-inflicted personal injuries resulting from (usually) my carelessness, inattention, or, to put it nicely, lack of nimbleness.

In other words — I’m no ballerina, nor do I pretend to be one.  Nor a gymnast.  Nor a tightrope walker.  Nor a brain surgeon.  Nor a savant who can carve a grain of rice into an exact replica of the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

To be brief — I suffer from a deficit of dexterity.

And I wrote about it.  I wrote about forgetting to renew my passport, getting stuck in the mud, spending a night in a foreign emergency room, being sent flying by gamboling dogs, falling off my chair, spacing out for an entire semester thanks to another student’s lack of sartorial imagination, and falling in a muddy hole in the yard in the middle of the night.

I made up my own words, like existentiallier, awesomest, decibility, snackage, overwhelmedness, bragworthy, lawyerliness, slapstically, escapage, and last but not least, klutzing.

KLUTZING.  It was a go-to theme in my writing and I discovered that writing about klutzing (especially my own) was much more fun and interesting, and had a lot more potential, than writing about personalized photo gifts.  So I wrote about klutzing, and the environment, and food, and school, and planning a Bar Mitzvah, and books, and whatever happened to be at the ends of my fingertips.

But the original name and purpose of the FeeFiFoto Blog taunted me.  I much preferred writing about my daily stuff and felt less inspired writing about the gift site.  As I wrote more personal stories and less about FeeFiFoto, I wanted the name, design and theme of my blog to reflect what the blog was really about.  A re-urling didn’t make sense, so I created a new blog.  Actually, I created a number of new blogs, reserving name after name until I could decide what was just right, what would roll off the tongue as glibly as The Bloggess or Do0ce or I am Bossy.  Before settling on Klutz Capacitor, I considered:

1. Klutzingfordummies (clever but trite)
2. Klutzabelle (would have to be spelled regularly)
3. Klutzable (meh)
4. Klutzcess (obscure)
5. Klutzography (sounds like a high school class)
6. Klutzographer (see above)
7. Klutzophilia (negative)
8. Klutzophiliac (ditto)
9. Klutzing (not bad)
10. Klutzingattiffanys (clever but esoteric, and who knew if Tiffany might sue me)
11. Klutzipedia (derivative)
12. Klutzology (see number 5)

I bought the address, transferred some of my favorite posts (but not all — I’m still working on that), gave myself a crash course in WordPressing, acquired a new banner (with four choices of background color!  Wow!), and for a while posted on both blogs.  And for a while after that I posted on neither blog, because I felt caught in between the old and the new.

So, it’s time to commit.  Klutz Capacitor is still in progress, but there’s a roof, four walls and working bathrooms.  Paint and carpet can come later, but for now the site is livable.

Drop in any time.