All I Got

I remember reading about this Conference back in 2005 and 2006, kind of wishing I was there and kind of simultaneously horrified by the notion of thousands of opinionated, writerly women in one room.  And also kind of wishing that all of my favorite bloggers would stop talking about the damned Conference and start talking about God and grocery stores and how This Life Is Not What It's Cracked Up To Be, dammit.

Three years later and not only am I here, it's my livelihood, my bread and butter and the reason I'm able to support my son as a single Mom.  I have more than a few friends here, and though at times my itroverted self has wanted to cinch slowly out the door and under my bed, the vibe here is pretty damned cool.

Linda only lives a few hours south of me and though we've been Friends on the Internet for many years, we've only met once in real life.  I almost bailed ass-up on Guy Kawasaki's lush lawn and she didn't try to pretend she didn't know me.

I have a story about a Supremely Awkward Blogger Moment but for now there's eye contact to uncomfortably avoid and shoes to ogle.