
The first of the standard questions. Why do you blog?
What's the story behind your blog name?
You know, I’m not even sure when I came up with the name "Razored Zen". I think I was considering names for a small press publisher that I once considered starting up. Since then I’ve used it in a lot of places. If I ever do self publish anything I’ll say it’s from Razored Zen press. As for the name itself, I think of Zen as a peaceful and enlightened state, but in the world we live in, with constant news and our ability to follow events worldwide, too often that state of being is razored open by our experiences and our knowledge. Not very profound, I know, but that’s how I see the name today.
What is the best thing about being a blogger?
There are many things. I’ve always been the type to think best when I’m writing those thoughts down, and blogging lets me do that and get feedback on them before I might develop a more formal piece. I just also really enjoy learning about humanity. My blog colleagues have taught me a lot about themselves, and I’ve come to appreciate my fellow humans more than I used to.
What key advice would you give to a newbie blogger?
Well, my rules of blogging would be something like: 1) respect your audience. They’re people just like you. 2) be open-minded and accepting of disagreement. 3) do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, which means that if you want comments on your blog you need to comment on other folks’ blogs regularly and seriously. 4) Have fun.
What is the most significant blog post you've ever read?
Well, just recently I read a four part series of posts by Travis Erwin that brought me to the edge of tears, and maybe a bit over that edge. It was about the struggle he and his wife went through when their baby was born with a heart problem. Incredible writing. You can find links to all four parts of the post here.
What is the most significant blog post you've ever written?
I think significance is in large part in the reader instead of the writer. I hope some of my posts have touched a few others, made them think, or made them laugh, or just made them contemplate their world for a moment. But since people are so different, I don’t know which ones others might find significant. As for personal significance, perhaps the poem I wrote to my father in memory of his life, his love, and his death. It was called "April Again". Since it’s short, here it is again.....
David, thanks for having me. I appreciate it.
April Again
One day before
Gray sky turns April
The weight is already here
Gathered like flood waters
Black behind my eyes
Memories press down
Like tombstones
Like leaves piled by wind
In a hollow
How many miles
From here to there
How many years
And no bridges between
Within lies the dust
Of faded roses
A cracked smile
A whisper of prayer
Eyes of fair blue
Smokey with the past
Still he waits
A ghost in rosary
I cannot reach
No hand can grasp
But yet I wave
Once more in passing
April again
One day before
Gray sky turns April
The weight is already here
Gathered like flood waters
Black behind my eyes
Memories press down
Like tombstones
Like leaves piled by wind
In a hollow
How many miles
From here to there
How many years
And no bridges between
Within lies the dust
Of faded roses
A cracked smile
A whisper of prayer
Eyes of fair blue
Smokey with the past
Still he waits
A ghost in rosary
I cannot reach
No hand can grasp
But yet I wave
Once more in passing
April again

Today's Sunday Roast with Charles Gramlich is the 54th in a weekly series of interviews with bloggers from around the world.
