This past weekend I attended the fabulous Problogger conference on the Gold Coast (for bloggers, hence the name). I know right, what a bizarre concept. Few people understand what bloggers even do let alone appreciate that these events are in HOT demand.
550 passionate writers/photographers/crafters/fashionistas/businesspeople who have carved out their very own corner of the interwebs descend upon each other like rabid poodles in August of each year. Mmmmmmm, rabid poodles. That would make a good short story, yo.
For me, Problogger is about the people, the connections I make with other like-minded dudes and dudettes. I don’t run my blogs for money (occasional advertising excepted), I do it for love. So I actually have no desire to be a “pro”blogger in the truest sense. I will leverage my writing/fiction blog to publicise my novel when it’s published (happy positive thoughts, happy positive thoughts) but Melbourne Mum is all love. And a bit of irreverence and naughtiness with a side serve of Benedict and other random pop culturisms, but basically love.
These are some of the things I learnt at this year’s event:
- You may be short in stature, but your words can be truly inspiring. Pat Flynn is my dream man. Not only is he cute and charismatic, but he gets inspiration from his wife’s obsession with her “boys” (Backstreet Boys) to muse on how to turn casual readers into raving fans. Wish my husband would do that for “my boys”. #sorryjensen
- SEO is not a dirty sex position. Actually, it might be (and I think I kinda want to see that) but it’s also a handy tool for bringing the flock to your blogging shepherd. My, that sounded a bit biblical, didn’t it. Never mind.
- People who write their top 5 celebrity crushes in their phone are destined to become your friends.
- Happiness is finding your tribe. They may be people you only see once a year at Problogger events (!) or even people you’ve just met, but I just about chucked my guts up I belly laughed so hard. Actually, that may have been the bubbly. Or a combination of both. I’m not sure.
- 550 people is a lot of people to be around, and I’m speaking from an extrovert’s perspective here. I have no idea how introverts cope.
- Time away from your family can be magical. I missed my family by the end of the weekend, but how luxurious is it to sit up til 1am writing in a comfy bed, debriefing with your awesome roommate (thanks Ros!) or have a long hot shower without being interrupted by the manic strains of “I NEED TO GO TOILET!” I took so many showers I probably squeaked when you brushed past me.
- There is such a thing as WordPress meetups. I know. Bugger me standing.
- When your husband confesses on your return that he’s actually attended a WordPress meetup, you believe that the Matrix may actually exist.
- If bloggers didn’t have access to a phone and Twitter, there would be mass wailing and gnashing of teeth. I include myself in this definition of “bloggers”. In fact, I am probably the worst offender.
- Bloggers are a pretty fucking brilliant bunch. Of course there are always people in any group who won’t float your ark (what’s with me and the Bible today?) but truly, you’d be hard pressed to find a more supportive and kick-arse community.
Did you go to Problogger Event? Do you have no freaking idea what I’m on about?