Take everything I thought I knew about blogging. Shake well. Throw into the air. Now reassemble.
My favorite part of this weekend was the assortment of people I met. Not everyone comes to blogging for the same reasons, with the same level of obsession, with the same skills, or with the same goals.
I really thought that in my daily blog reading I had met or read a reasonable sampling of personal bloggers out there. Boy was I wrong.
I met women who blog only occasionally but wanted to come to see what all the fuss was about.
… women who aggressively use their blogs as tools in the fight for their beliefs or to turn against their enemies.
… women who use their blogs either as their business or in support of their business.
… women who form communities large and small with their blogs.
… women who quietly write their stories and find support they never knew existed.
I heard several people at the conference say that they wished there would be a separate conference just for “mommy bloggers,” but I’m not sure I’d go to something like that. I think of all the people I would have missed out on. One of the best parts of this conference for me was the variety of the attendees.
I am astounded at the breadth and variety of blogs, bloggers, motivations, and topics. I no longer wonder if in 10 years blogging will have died out. I don’t see how that would be possible. We all have too much to say.
(I know, I know, shut the fuck up already about BlogHer. Not today.)