So . . .
I just got home from Vegas.
From the TpT Conference in Vegas.
And I was on a panel.
Yes. Which means now you can say you know someone who was on a panel for TpT in Vegas. You’re welcome.
It also means I’m famous.
In my own mind.
So I had thought all week that I would be too busy to write posts from Vegas, but that getting back on a Saturday would mean I could link up with Doodlebugs for a little Five for Fraturday action.
And then I got home.
And guess what?
I stayed up late, I got up early, and I didn’t sleep through the night on any of the nights I was there due to the fact that my brain kept thinking I’m in Vegas, I’m going to be on a panel, I just met a million people, my face hurts from smiling, I was on a panel and now it’s over, I met a million more people, I learned so much I think my brain is broken, I talked so much I lost my voice and I literally couldn’t stop all of the thinking and just sleep already!!!
Oh, and there was one other thing called young people woke me up at 4am hooting and hollering in the hallway of the hotel as if they didn’t have a care in the world. They were just la-di-dah and di di di di and let’s party and I lost money and I won money, and Woohoo! and Hey!
And some other words that I can’t write on here.
Or say out loud.
Because they’re bad.
So anywho . . . we gave some advice on blogging during the panel (and I wore a microphone, people! Like a clipped on microphone — like I was a professional speaker type of person!) and one of those pieces of advice was that if you’re going to blog, you need to keep your posts consistent.
Such as . . . if you blog once a week, keep it up.
If you blog once a month, keep it up.
If you blog every day, continue.
Well . . . I said (out loud, on my microphone) that I try never to let my blog be quiet for more than four days.
Any longer than four days and I start to twitch.
I tend to twitch for all kinds of reasons. For example, I might twitch if you borrow the stapler off of my desk and then return it all helter-skelter when it’s supposed to be perfectly perpendicular to my file-folder-hang-thingy or I might twitch if there isn’t a reality TV show to watch each night of the week.
And I will start to twitch if I go more than four days without writing a blog post.
So . . . to alleviate the twitching (which is extremely important when one is holding a glass of red wine), I wrote this post. This current post that you’re reading right now.
And this post isn’t saying anything.
So if you’re new to my blog because you came to the panel and you thought in your head I should check that teeny blonde’s blog out—-I mean, it doesn’t really sound like she knows what she’s talking about and yet, TpT let her sit on the panel with a microphone . . .
This is how it goes.
Just ask the other people who read my posts.
I basically said nothing in this post, but there are still a lot of words.
What I mean to say with all of the words above is this:
And I will come back tomorrow and start really blogging about Vegas. I’m sure it will be more than one post.
See you then!
PS. If you think I crashed the panel, I didn’t. It was legit. Promise.