Posts by Emma Hart
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There are some pretty awesome limestone caves around Waimate with rock-drawings in them. I'm not sure what the access is like these days: when I was a kid you just hiked through the paddocks.
The Rosendale Winery just west/south of Chch does a beautiful outdoor summer lunch and their Reisling is lovely.
And Hanmer. I know it's a bit/lot touristy, but then you're going to Queenstown. The view from the top of the Conical Hill walk is great, and the pools just don't ever seem to be over-crowded.
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Okay, I'm dressed now, I can comment.
Though I tell you, working a morning in my little blue satin dressing gown is an effective way to make Jehovah's Witnesses leave.
* must remember to speak to husband sitting only 2 m away rather than using IM.
Heheh, guilty. The children do generally have to be in another room to email me, but it's better than what appears to be the only alternative; yelling.
I try to have designated working hours and playing hours. It frequently doesn't work. Right now, with the kids home for the summer holidays, trying to work is a nightmare.
I don't have a contract right now, so I'm working on a short fiction piece for Strange Horizons. Odds are they won't buy it, so is that work? I dunno. But I have a scene I can't make flow, so normally I'd go out in the garden for an hour and mull it while I work there. (Work?)
That ain't going to happen today though, unless it rains a lot in Napier.
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Client: "Can you please apply a 25mm wrench to that fitting and turn it five times clockwise to remove it, then replace the washer with this black one I found in the garage, remembering to use plenty of thread tape when replacing the fitting."
Plumber: "Cabbage cabbage."
ROFLnui.
I know! You're me!
That'd be weird.
Weirdness abounds. The person who finally defined my attitude to work for me was a friend (and co-writer) who drank two bottles of wine and did my horoscope. (Caveat: I don't believe in astrology.) Sinead'd say you have Pisces in your tenth house. Then she'd laugh, drink for six hours and leave with Some Guy. I love that woman. Anyway, Sinead on me 'n' work:
your work tends to disappear and reappear, you lose sight of the fact that your work IS Work and recognition doesn't always happen if and when it should (if at all). It probably slips under 'the' radar and possibly even your own radar too.
Because, as it seems to me, No one sees you work (elves and the shoemaker styles, It Just Happens! There isn't any magic! the shoes make theeeeemsssseeeeeeeeelvessssss!), but! you love to work and as long as you work at what you love your eternal wound (chiron) is going to be kept in check. It'll play now and again because it hurts not to be recognized for your work in the world, but, hell! You work and you love.
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In my experience there's nothing as inspiring as other people and if you can all be inspired by each other that's phenomenal. However properly working as a group involves all the usual management problems and a few extra one like not knowing what your goal is until you've finished.
I was halfway through typing pretty much this, only with more waffle. It depends, I guess, whether you're more concerned with the experience or the end product, and what your basic personality type is. Collaborative fiction can be hugely energising and rewarding - or a massive PITA. Some kind of structure, base guidelines etc, and somebody who has the power to arbitrate when difficulties arise (see Kerry's story and add a moderator who keeps a light hand but can say 'okay, that's very interesting, now what does everyone else think?') tend to limit the sh*t.
See, more waffle.
Not just a Lulz, but genuinely laughed out loud, particularly at "He was behind the couch". Great line!
My friend Heather and I sort of came up with this between us in conversation after she was bailed up on the tube a couple of years ago. We laughed, forgot about it, and now other people are sticking it on tshirts. Convergent evolution, I guess.
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The title made me think you were planning to be on the organising committee for the next Foo Camp.
I'm quite happy to sit back and be organised upon on that one. Nonetheless, my partner and I will be there thanks to the astonishing generosity of those around us. I still need to do a couple of jobs in the next month to pay for Foo-associated expenses.
But that whole other layer of foo puns is there too. I got my partner the 'kung foo' tshirt from thinkgeek a couple of years ago.
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Also, sorry Matthew, I have now restored the last line of the column, which inexplicably vanished. Obviously some parts of my brain are still on holiday.
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You're a what?
When I first started doing web content work, a lot of it was in gaming - it was when the last generation of consoles came out. I was frequently mistaken for a man. When this persisted after I put a photograph on my profile, I started to get a bit depressed.
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Ha, that goes some way to explaining the confusion. Excellent.
I really did enjoy watching Guptill play. A couple of times his shot making and foot movement reminded me very much of Nathan Astle.
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I spent a while trying to find a straight answer on this, because it seemed so horribly unfair, and I couldn't actually find a definitive statement on it. I'm going by the consensus finally reached on Radio Sport this morning by a whole bunch of Cricket Guys who also didn't know the answer.
I'd be delighted to be wrong.
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I just want to take a minute to be sad :( for Neil Guptill, whose 'highest score on debut' records never happened, seeing as the match was abandoned. Let's hope he gets another go.