This isn't even our cat, but I think this is in the top 10 strangest pictures of Angel. It brings out so many "Whys?"
I know, I know. I don't really seem like the type. Trust me, I don't really feel like the conference-going type. But my mom recently told me that I shouldn't be afraid to invest into blogging and actually work to learn more about the writing industry and where I would best fit into that industry.
A few days after that, Angel told me, "You know, you can go to a blog conference anytime you want."
I didn't even know he knew blog conferences existed. I didn't even know that I would be interested in going to one if I thought it was a possibility.
A few days later, I read about the Influence Conference. I found out that it was in Indianapolis, just a medium-sized roadtrip from home, and I noticed that Angel had the days of the conference off of work. From my research, it was clear to me that my dreams of being a voice of truth, of speaking grace and joy and passion for life--of being a Christian writer in a non-Christian writing world--lined up with the goals of the Influence Conference. I asked Angel what he thought about it, and he said, "Let's go!"
This all took place within the first week of September, and now we're headed for the conference at the end of September. We're good at quickly switching plans around and adjusting to changes. I'm excited to spend a little time in Indianapolis, a city I've never stayed in before.
Honestly, I don't know what to expect. I'm looking forward to meeting people who actually have experience at the game of writing and getting published. I'm mentally preparing myself not to take the easy route out and glue myself to the wall for safety the entire time, because that's basically my gut response to the sight of a large room full of people.
I may not seem like the prime candidate for the Influence Conference. For one thing, my husband is going with me (not to the actual conference, but he has big plans of watching TV in hotel room most of the weekend). We're not staying at the conference hotel, but at a significantly cheaper one in the same general area, and I'm glad to have him as driver, bodyguard, and roommate for the weekend. I'll probably be wearing Doc Martens and studded leather bracelets the whole time because they are my happy accessories. I'll be the one with the weird business cards because the combination of my lack of graphic design skills + reluctance to spend unnecessary money means that I'll be handing out itsy-bitsy folders filled with handwritten information instead.
This is a grand experiment, we shall see what happens!
Hey, different is good, right? And you really can't beat $9 for all the supplies needed to make 90 funny little folders. Leave it to me to not be able to resign myself to a normal rectangular business card....