Blogging Conferences

The best part of blogging for me isn’t page hits, or comments (although they are nice) but rather the community of bloggers that I interact with.  I interact with some fabulous bloggers on a day to day basis and they are from all kinds of backgrounds. From different countries, the USA, Canada, the UK, Switzerland, Hungary, Austrailia, you name it.

There are the “mom” bloggers, the “dad” bloggers, the “humourist” bloggers, the “political” bloggers but generally it’s just people who blog and most of them at some point on their own blog cover every single topic from parenting, sex and food to politics and current affairs and they are all fabulous.  I’m still finding my way, and there are always things to learn, ways to improve.

Every year for the past 3 years I have followed my favourite bloggers, reading their posts and tweets and facebook statuses about going to conferences, BlogHer, Blissdom, Mom 2.0, Dad 2.0, BlogHer Food, SheCon, Type-A Con, there are so many conferences! The one thing they all have in common?  It’s that they are in North America. Problematic for me, living in London and not being rich. The cost of attending just one of these conferences in my lifetime is pretty much next to nil. It’s just too costly for me to go, even with a sponsor, which is a WHOLE other story.

Then last week a UK blogger that I interact with posted a tweet about going to BritMumsLive. A conference for “mummy” bloggers in London. HOLY SHIT.  A CONFERENCE IN LONDON. Oh. Wait. it’s called BritMumsLive. I don’t have kids. I think to myself, “is it wierd to go to a conference for “mummy” bloggers when you’re not a “mummy”?

I really want to go to a conference, to hear people speak, to interact with other bloggers in person. Why?  Because there is so much I can learn and also, it’s interacting with the people I’ve built up an online rapport with over the last 5 years (mostly). I sent a message off to BritMumsLive asking if you had to be a “mummy” to attend and they said “no, all bloggers are welcome!” Cue my heart going pitty-patty with excitement. A Blogging Conference in my own city!!!

Whilst I’d love to go to BlogHer, the cost for me is phenomenal, compared to BritMumsLive (see approximate costings below).  So guess where I’m going next year?!?

BlogHer vs BritMumsLive
*hotel in London is optional

 

Doing the Be-Bop

When I walk to the train station in the morning, I do it on autopilot. It’s automatic, the route I take, I barely notice anything around me. The moment I leave the house, the headphones go in, spotify is loaded and off I go.

Being on autopilot means a lot of things, one of them being that I don’t really pay attention to my surroundings. I mean I watch out for traffic, pay attention to traffic lights etc, but when the music is on then I’m in my own world.

I can play through things in my head, think things through, become creative with ideas for creative writing, use my imagination and just, generally, go with the flow of the music.

It’s what I do every single morning, and evening. This morning? No exceptions.

Th music was on, I was in a world of my own, thinking about BlogHer and planning my (eventual) trip for 2 years time. In my mind hoping that it’s in LA or somewhere close to LA, so that I could go to LA Ink and be drawn on by Kat VonD.
So I’m walking, listening, dreaming and the Fun Loving Criminals comes on. They’re brilliant. (sometimes when something awesome comes on I’ll get a bit carried away). The song? The Fun Loving Criminals. Just aces.
What do I do? I start doing some weird dance/funky walking/bopping along.
Turns out there was a guy walking behind me (who I didn’t even notice). We got to the traffic lights, he passes me, laughing. Only then did I realise what I was doing…. He turns back to me, smiles and carries on walking.

I made someone’s day. Hope he writes about me on IMMD.com, but I doubt it.
He’ll probably go to work and tell his colleagues about the weird woman dancing down the high street.

Life would be so much better (and awesomer) if we all broke into a song and dance on occasion. Like real world musicals.