Giving Birth

Hey Lok Over There.

It's a play on my middle name, Hey Lok, and the most classic way to distract someone's attention. Trust me, there was heavy internal debate as to whether a comma should have followed the first word. I've also already imagined what the potential scenario might be like when someone asks me in person for the name of my blog:

"It's called 'Hey Look Over There', but without one of the O's in 'Look'."

This is followed by a bewildered look. I then must go on to regurgitate the above reasoning. How smooth. Oh well. What's done is done, and I'm not looking back.

A blog has always been one of those things that I've pondered about starting, and fantasised about how thoughtful and well-written it might be. So after a recent push of inspiration, I am now spreading my mind-legs and displaying my most intimate gateway for all to see, so that I may birth this spawn into existence and into this world, connected via the twisted umbilical cord of truth to the bloody placenta of my imagination. Note of warning: I take my metaphors to the extreme. Are umbilical cords even connected to placentas? How would I know, I've never given birth until now. But I'm sure a thoughtful blogger would've done the research beforehand. I said this blog might be well-written.

Naming my blog was much more difficult than what naming my first-born child will be like. Heck, I already have four names lined up for my non-existent children (no, you may not ask what they are - I'm very conscious of intellectual property theft). But since I've had so long to marinate in my thoughts of what could be, hopefully, there will at least be enough to write about for the near future. As I tend to do with most things I am obsessed with, I've noted down a fair few potential topics - twelve, to be exact (five of which are continuing 'series', if successful). My hope is that this won't become one of those long-forgotten projects that I start and never finish, much like an abandoned and unloved child.

So what will this blog be about? Me, I suppose. How egotistical does that sound? But the golden rule to writing is to write what you know (I think), and if there's one thing I know, it's me. Or do I? What a moment for an identity crisis - just as I'm about to start a blog.

But for now, I think I need a bit of rest whilst my body tries to cope with this monumental life event. I'm predicting many a sleepless night caused by my  new offspring. I look forward to maternity leave from work.

Oh, and my first name is Lawrence.