So I’m sure by now anyone who knows me and my blog knows that I didn’t make it to BML this year, despite having bought a ticket, months in advance. I know I’m not the only one to have missed out and regretted it (to some extent – I did have a lovely* family holiday instead to compensate!). I know this because during significant chunks of Friday and Saturday I was obsessively scanning the Twitter, searching for updates, descriptions, photos… I wasn’t disappointed, there was plenty going on – I got to salivate over pictures of free cake, drool over shots of free Lindemans, wonder at pretty outfits in toilet selfies, and rest assured that no one was left like a lemon sitting all alone in All Bar One!
Friendships made over t’internet were solidified, there was hugging, there was laughter, there were a lot of mums looking very much like low-security prisoners who had been released overnight for good behaviour (not that I’m comparing the mothering of small children to a prison sentence, but some days, you know? 😉 )
And now I’m sure there will be a lot of fellow bloggers who will be doing their round-up/dissection of where it all went right, what they have taken away and how it will help them to improve their SEO, improve their layout, write better blog posts and engage with the people who matter. And I’m sure a lot of tips and advice will be shared (because bloggers are like that – we like to spread the love) but unfortunately reading a list of tips online is never going to have the same impact as watching an inspirational speaker or being able to discuss the successes or the hard won lessons of others over a
bucket of Pimms…
What is the upshot of all this? I will be going to BML next year – and maybe its for the best because at least my children will be that much older (although having said that there will still be a two year old involved!). I wait with baited breath for Mumsnet to release the dates of BlogFest and make their tickets available.
I congratulate all those who won BiB awards (for all those non-bloggers out there – anyone? Anyone? – that stands for Brilliance in Blogging, and has absolutely nothing to do with the correct use of pelican, neoprene or any other kind of laughable division between the food/drink/clothing interface on a small child).
And I will continue to write, engage and enjoy blogging as one of the most satisfying hobbies I’ve ever stumbled into.
*involving two full on little boys covered head to foot in the pox!