Typecast

This isn't a normal Blognonymous post.  This is one that I felt I needed to write after Cybermummy '11. The concept of Blognonymous isn't anything unusual.  It started with a group of bloggers, having a chit-chat on Twitter one night, talking about how we all blog without constraint, in our own name - and how we enjoyed that freedom.  But it was apparent that there was a number of bloggers who wrote in their own name but also felt that they couldn't say exactly what they wanted on many a personal level.  We wanted to change that so we decided to offer our blogs to anyone  - blogger or not - who needed to release emotions, without consequence, to a wide readership where advice and support could be sought.   It's blogging anonymously (see what we did there?) but on an established platform.

So, to round off my blog posts about Cybermummy '11 I thought you might like to hear about a little adventure I had in the hotel during the night. But first I must set the scene. The lift at the Travelodge, City Road, London is the hottest and most stupidest lift ever made.  No matter what floor you are on when you request the lift it will go from bottom to top (Floor 7) and then all the way back down again, stopping at each floor on the way.  Sometimes you may be lucky and only go up to Floor 5.  But, no matter what time of the day or night it is, the temperature in the lift is bordering on being able to melt titanium.  Our room was on Floor 1. I had ventured out for the evening wearing jeans and my now-famous t-shirt.  Iconic or Ironic - you decide: Picture credit: Tara Cain. The chesticles and the double chin are all mine! We partook in some laughs and drinks and retired to our room at god-only-knows what hour.  The last thing I...

I can't believe that it is almost a week since Cybermummy '11 and the hype is still electric.  I'm reading lots and lots of blog posts with varying accounts of the day.  But I was brought up good and proper and have been instilled with good manners.  This post is to thank those who made it all possible.

There had been such a build-up and hyperactivity about Cybermummy 2011 that I was excited, worried and nervous all at the same time.  There is so much I want to say, so much I have already said and an awful lot that warrants a post of its own.  So, with that in mind, here are a few highlights of my day in London with over 400 other bloggers, a few famous people and a lot of emotional moments.  The rest will be serialised over the next few days and linked in appropriately.  Feel free to come back to this post and use it as an index to see if I have updated.

When the agenda for Cybermummy '11 was announced I was very excited to see that Sophie King (aka Jane Bidder) was hosting a writing workshop.  Wanting to attempt to write a novel in the very near future I thought the workshop would be full of inspirational hints and tips that I could stash away until I was ready to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard). Sophie King opened her workshop by asking a room full of bloggers what made them different; what their niche was, or their reason for blogging.  Little Miss Gobby here immediately put up her hand and said "Yes, I became a grandmother at the age of thirty six..." There was a glimmer of disgust in her eyes.  She composed herself and asked, "So what is your blog name?"

I feel sick.  I've built up this bubbly, clever, innovative online persona and it's all going to come apart at the seams. Tomorrow I shall be heading to London to seek my fortune attend the Cybermummy '11 convention.  Depending on how much you read my blog , view my YouTube channel or look at my  Facebook page you may or may not be aware that this is a massively  important event (for me) this year with regards to blogging and writing.