Last weekend I crossed a boundary. I blurred the line between my tall, dark and deep voiced blogging persona and my not so tall, far from dark and slightly high pitched real life self. The line was blurred (somewhat more blurry for some than others) at the Sydney Digital Parents catch up at Kirribilli hotel, somewhere that is now far more classy than the old place I used to go for “warm-ups” before hitting Berry Street (my age is now firmly exposed).
I’ll start by pointing out that I had a great time and met a whole lot of people who lived up to the expectations I had in my mind after reading their blogs, tweets and Facebook pages. I also should also point out that there were far more ladies there than blokes so my already healthy ego got some unnecessary but appreciated stroking. Best of all I got to thank some of the people who took an interest in my small part of the interwebs and have helped me along the way.
Over a few drinks we talked about our kids, our blogs, crazy search terms (seriously – stop looking for Dad’s that suckle), SEO and what our individual plans were for taking over the world, post by post. One question I was asked was why I started a Daddy blog which got me thinking… why did I start a Daddy Blog?
Well it’s about 7 months later and it appears that the keys to my Porsche have been lost in the mail and rather than working two days a week, I’m doing my full time job, with a full time family and then spending most nights, blogging, cajoling likes and hoping for follows. And I like it.
I like the way I get to write. I like the structure that blogging provides for the thoughts that speed around my easily distracted brain. As I guy, I like the way I get to post how I feel about my wife and daughter and how much they mean to me. I like the way that words in my posts are they way they sound in my brain, rather than the way they come out of my mouth as I fit them in between dinners, baths, dishes and bed.
I like the way I’ve managed to tap into a community of people that are mostly as rubbish at parenting as I am. That have easy kids, hard kids, allergic kids, crazy kids, toilet trained kids, pooing at the post office kids, fussy eaters, over eaters, good feeders, bad feeders, huggy kids and stubborn kids. That have travelled, modelled, fixed things, broken things, read things and written things, admitted things and hidden things.
And what have I learned while tapping in?
- As a blogger, be yourself.
- Blogging is not about the numbers. If you follow point one, numbers may come. If you don’t follow point one it becomes a job
- Karma’s a bitch, best keep on its good side
- Writing about boobs will guarantee you views
- People care about spelling and grammar. Apologies – I’m trying.
So as I approach my 10,oooth view and 1,500th comment I’d like to say thanks for a great 7 months. Thanks for popping by, commenting and following. I should also point out that I’m still open to offers of expensive European cars and head-to-head conversations with Karl Stefanovic.
As always, linking up this Tuesday with Jess’ IBOT at essentiallyjess