Last night my sister and I headed over to Irene’s pub to attend BOLO, Blog Out Loud Ottawa. This was our first year attending and the second for the event. Talk about amazing. We arrived late so unfortunately we didn’t see the first few speakers, but I’m confident they were as talented as the rest of the lineup. The reading was captivating, the personalities only enhancing the wonderful written word. And to be in a room with so many other local bloggers, a community I hadn’t connected with on any level (seeing as I’d spent most of my time on LJ or in IF circles) was inspiring.
On top of this, their courage was impressive. Old hats at the blogging game, newbies just starting out, it’s easy to sit at the end of a keyboard and type words, stories and images, hoping to convey some emotion, hoping to touch someone out there on the intertubez. But to stand up, in front a group of your peers and your audience of one medium and put your written words into your own voice, to marry them and expose your whole blogger self is beyond brave to me.
I started this blog for a new beginning, to hopefully shed some of the bad habits I’d fallen into; censoring myself, not putting any of me into my posts, providing updates only. Last night was a wakeup call to me. I’ve been backsliding into blandness. Writing is hard. Emotive writing is very hard, often beyond my capabilities or on occasion, will. I can only hope that by this time next year I will have that post that I can look to and know I’d want to read in front of a group of fellow bloggers.