Around this time last year, I attended a blogging conference sans blog. Renegade, right? Not so much.
I like to be paranoid…I mean prepared…so I wanted to learn, learn, learn before I dared go online without so much as a dress rehearsal.
I flew solo which meant I chewed the ear of one direction…I mean whoever looked in my direction. Shout out to lift-presser, toilet queue holder, late night room service man. I may not have caught everyone’s name.
After each blogging session, I thought, thought, thought and then I talked, talked, talked. Yes, it was all becoming a bit Dr Seuss. There were no green eggs and ham but, man, did I develop an appetite. I wanted to blog like nobody’s business. At that stage it wasn’t even my business. Remember, I had no blog.
So, I went back to talking, talking, talking. Until I lost my voice. Cue tumbleweed.
I wrote notes, where once I asked questions. I smiled at strangers, where once I started a conversation. I ate at lunch, where once I mingled.
At the end of the conference, I stopped by the hotel gift shop and spied a shiny brooch from one of those locked (we-trust-you-but-don’t-trust-others) cabinets. It looked constrained in there so I bought it before I set sail.
Fast forward twelve months and that brooch is about to be dusted off for Problogger’s Ahoy-themed cocktail party. It won’t be my only accessory that night.
I finally have a blog and, thanks to that conference, I’ve found my voice.
Will you be attending this year’s Problogger Training Event?