This past weekend I was at the BlogHer conference in San Diego. It was an amazing experience.
I went for the conference but in reality the main reason was to see my friends. Friends I have made through blogging. Friends that even though we had not yet met in person it felt like we had. And new friends met at the conference(like her, her, her, her, her, her and her).
Some of my best memories were outside of the conference space itself, hanging out with these women. We talked about life. We talked about silly stuff. We talked about our passions and interests. We talked about writing.
When I said I want to freelance and I want to write a book, no one laughed. No one said, good luck with that. They understood. They had those dreams too. We shared ideas. "This is what I am doing." "Did you ever think about this?" "How about . . ."
Being at the conference and in the company of these amazing women, it made me realize that I have a lot to say. It made me realize that I can do this, I can take this further. It filled me with hope. It made me say I am a writer.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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Hooray for being empowered!
Yay! It was so good to see you again. Next time we must hang out a little more. XOXO
I say it every year, but the best parts of the conference for me are often anti-conference...those hours out at dinner or lunch with a few friends (old *and* new) when you get a chance to do just what you've described. Was great to have seen you, if only for a few moments!
Perfection. You are a writer. Now, when do I get to see you again?
It's funny, because people are comfortable identifying themselves as a photographer, artist, quilter, runner, foodie... yet we peek from behind the door, hiding our bodies, and quickly and softly say, "I'm a writer." I read your words, and you ARE a writer. Just email me if you want to start an online critique group...
This hits home for me, not because I have aspirations to be published (hello you GO!, I would love that for you). BUT take for example going out and meeting a group of new people, it's commonplace to ask "what do you do". I always say, I "was a teacher in a former life" like what I do now is not important. Of course I say I'm a SAHM, but one night I realized I'm just going to tell people, I'M A WRITER!
We are friend, we truly are!
I have such a hard time calling myself a writer - or a photographer, for that matter. But I know I am... now to channel it. I can't wait to see what you write, I'll be first in line. Such a deep pleasure meeting and spending what little time together we were able to squeeze in.
You are friend. You are a writer. I can't wait to see what you do next.
Miss you. xoxo
It's taking me so long to get back on the blog reading track... But I loved finally spending time with you at BlogHer. Even if you did mock me when I felt like my fake boobs made me look obscene. Also - "abahome"? Made me cry. I've always loved your writing and wasn't surprised by how amazing you are in person. New York next year?
Grab onto what you want to do and pursue it and don't be discouraged. I have read so often about people who became famous writers but only after they had been rejected a million times. Wishing you the best.
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