I am home, enjoying the luxury of wireless internet that doesn’t require a $10 charge every day and doesn’t fade out when I want to, say, USE it, and really, REALLY enjoying the luxury of typing with all of my fingers as opposed to manic thumb-typing without capitals on the Blackberry. Man, my Blackberry needs time away from me, I think. It’s tired of me and my constant moblogging.
The conference, in a nutshell, was fabulous fun. Since I wasn’t there as an aspiring author, but was there to meet as many people as I could, I didn’t go to many sessions on writing, craft, publicity or self-promotion, but I did meet a ton of people and, when not about to fall over from utter exhaustion, I had a wonderful time. I did go to bed early, though, since gestating is tiring business. Note to self for future conferences: try staying up later.
Without sounding too much like Sally Field, it was incredibly humbling and gratifying to find out how many people visit and laugh and enjoy our site. Thank you to everyone who wanted to meet us, who wanted to say how much they like our blog, – and thank YOU for coming back to enjoy!
And! The most common thing I heard after, “OH, my GOD you’re from the BITCHES?!” was, “I never post; I lurk.” Hello lurkers! Welcome welcome! I am 100% all about lurking. When I blog surf personal sites and romance sites, I rarely comment. I lurk plenty.
But please consider this a friendly thread where you are welcome to de-lurk and say hello, if you like.
Thank you for making my conference experience so much freaking fun. I’m so pleased to have met you. See you next time!