I know you are expecting me to say trolls and haters, and sometimes they fucking suck. But most of the time they are completely entertaining especially when they argue with me.
Bring it bitches.
Or maybe you are thinking I am going to say coming up with things to blog about cause I am guilty of disappearing for days – even weeks – at a time. I will never be one of those awesome blog every day people like The Woogster.
And I am totally cool with that.
Perhaps it is the fact that some people get paid fuck tonnes of money for basically posting their dinner or their fabulous life, going on exotic holidays and eating at fancypants restaurants or building their dream home. That isn’t my life, and it is never going to be and I am pretty sure you will get damn sick of me posting pictures of the four billion hours I drive to get Boo to his special school.
Or the hot salty fries that I clearly consume far too much (see item one).
The hardest part for me is the get togethers.
You see, I am a blogger FOR A REASON.
I am totally comfortable with my people. Come and visit me (with plenty of notice, mind) and I will adore you.
But en masse? In a room full of other bloggers?
I shit my pants.
PTSD will do that to a biatch.
And it is the build up. The EFFORT involved in going to these things.
The babysitting to organise, the lies (remember my extended family are unaware of my internet awesomeness) to get said babysitting, the public transport breathing the same air as The Great Unwashed because I can’t trust my stroke addled brain to drive in the city.
To go to an event for an hour entails an entire day of travelling.
And far too many panic attacks.
It baffles me that in this digital age that in order to engage with brands and PR companies I have to physically BE there.
Sure, I have been offered airfare and reimbursement of my expenses (more often than not nothing though) but I write ON THE INTERNET in the middle of BumFuck Nowhere, and have difficulty remembering what I did an hour ago… I can guarantee you we will have a better conversation via email and I will be less overwhelmed with the travelling and the people and the lights and the stairs and the people.
And remember a lot more about it all without all the people around.
I bet I am not the only one.
I bet there are a heap of you going to these things cause you think it is the only way to work with brands and get people to read your shit. And sure, there are chicks out there that get invited to ALL OF THE THINGS and blog about ALL OF THE THINGS that they go to and they are lucky fuckers cause they don’t have a family situation or a broken brain or insert your particular reason that prevents them from doing these things easily.
So for me the hardest part of being a blogger is not the blogging part at all. It is the expectation that we must come out from behind our screens where we share so much, where we feel comfortable, where we can walk away and catch our breath, and become these social beings that clearly if we were that way inclined we would be socialising INSTEAD of pouring our hearts out on the interwebs.
Or is that just me?