On Saturday 3rd of March I put myself on the line, I opened the doors on ten months of hard work that had transformed a seed of an idea into a day long conference attended by my writing peers and leading figures in the erotic fiction and sex toy industries.
I’d trotted out the neat lines to press and interviewers about where the conference idea came from and why I thought it important. I knew I’d done the work to get an absolutely awesome line up of speakers, interesting sponsors, a great venue but the great unknown was if the people that had handed over their hard earned cash to me would get it. Would all that hard work come together and transform under the scrutiny of keen minds?
I had to hope so.
I trained as a dancer and in dance there is a point in every choreography where you have to give it to your peformers, as the creator you can’t do more, it is the performers that have to take the work forward and give it life together with the audience, in essence the dance has to spreads its wings and fly.
I’ve experienced the amazing transformation that is wrought in a peformance space, being moved to tears by the intangible twist of fate that gives your creative idea its own breath and life. This is where I was at before the conference, I’d done as much as I could to the limits of my time and energy, all I had to do was give it to the people that were arriving to take part – speakers, sponsors and delegates.
And you know what?
You rocked it!
You made this amazing event.
I only got to go to the panel sessions I chaired, the perils of organising an event is that you don’t get to go to half of it. I was in rooms negotiating with journalists, arguing with Fleet Street editors, finding everything from herbal tea bags to power cables for folk or at least pointing them in the direction of someone that could find them as I dashed off to check on something else.
It was an exhilerating day and I managed to get to make one of my dreams come true – I had a go at stand-up, well if you can call my prize draw comparing stand-up, its close enough for me.
I’ve been thinking about the day ever since and not just because I’m paying invoices and writing thank you emails. I’m remembering conversations, mulling over ideas, worrying about details that could have been improved on and every now and again I catch myself grinning like an idiot thinking;
“I did something important that day”
I really think I did. I took an idea and I gave it a frame to live in and I’m amazed and humbled by the way that every single person that was at Eroticon on Saturday has taken it to their hearts and owned their part of it.
Thank you for giving my idea life and taking it forward far beyond what I thought possible.
Thank you for getting it.