I am not much of a sporting fan, but an opportunity to watch the Australian Rules football from the rather civilised vantage of the presidents suite at Perth’s Subiaco Oval, was at least partially appealing. I had fun, and sometimes it is good to do something a little different. The home team won by a whopping 54 points and so it was a great atmosphere at the stadium 🙂
It has been a mixed weekend weather-wise. We are just heading into spring, and it has alternated between brilliant sunshine and torrential rain. My garden has turned into a jungle in a very short space of time, and so I decided to tackle a bit of tidy up around the house.
Below is the before shot. Yep, a bit of a mess!
My cat, Ted, helping in his usual way…
All that rain and sunshine has helped my plants, very healthy, aka a jungle!
And just to show that I can tidy up—sort of—here are the after shots.
And in between gardening and football, I started and finished a fairly hefty scifi book. The Last Praetorian – book review
How I feel when I start
How I feel when I finish my first draft
How I feel when I read my first draft
How I feel when I start editing
How I feel when I finish editing
How I feel when I ask someone to read it
I may have mentioned this before, but I am a big fan of protagonists with dubious character traits. There is something about a blurry line that adds flavour to their character depth. In fact, if the protagonist was to stop and consider themselves, they would be firmly on the wrong side of that invisible virtuous line.
So in short—I like my protagonist confused.
So here is an interesting analogy to help in the confused protagonist debate: If you are the kind of person who goes to the gym 5 days a week, then going 5 days a week is no big thing. BUT, if you struggle to go once a week, then 5 days in a row is a pretty impressive feat. And so with our protagonist. The more reluctant they are, the more doing something good or heroic chafes, the more interesting it is when they are finally forced to comply.
As a reader, the more confused you are about the protagonist, the more the tension grows. Will they do the right thing? Are they capable of doing the right thing even?
And what about our antagonist? Are they wholly bad? Do they have redeeming qualities? Do you empathise with them at any point in the book? Perhaps their behaviour has been abhorrent, and then you discover a terrible secret about their past that casts new questions onto everything they have so far done.
There is a certain fascination with a good guy, who is far removed from being good. And likewise with a bad guy who is not completely bad.
I saw this picture today, of the real life Wall-E out on Mars. Curiosity, has been busy doing his thing, in a surprisingly similar way to his fictitious counterpart, made famous by Disney Pixar. If a robot could look happy, I would say Curiosity was looking pretty damn happy right now. There is also a little bit of pride—look at me—the picture seems to say.
It struck me as a lonely life, if a robot could have such a feeling, but an industrious life all the same. Curiosity isn’t completely alone though, he has a few redundant friends such as Opportunity and Spirit, who also reside on Martian land, but there are no people, making Mars, as far as we know, the only planet to be inhabited solely by robots.
Below, Opportunity takes a shadow selfie. Those rovers know how to mix-it-up!
There is something quintessentially human, about these robot selfies taken on Mars, and it is the nature of humans that we place our emotional nuances on unemotional objects, such as cute robot rovers.
Picture Source: Mars Exploration Rovers
Source Article: Curiosity takes a ‘belly selfie’ on Mars
Interesting fact about the picture: The Curiosity selfie is actually 92 pictures stitched together to remove the tell-tale, outstretched, selfie arm. Clever robot! aka NASA engineers 😉
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Everyone has something they consider to be their special gift. Maybe it is something you acknowledge privately, or something that everyone knows. Perhaps you are a great communicator, a loving mother, possess green-fingers, or something else.
I consider my imagination to be my special gift. Not that I think I am an amazing writer, or in someway uniquely gifted in this respect. It is more that I cannot imagine what life would be like without my imagination.
Our mind is a complex creation, filled with nuances and influences, hopes and aspirations. We feed it every second of our waking day, and give it freedom to flow unfretted every night.
But is this gift forever? Can we count on the way that it works now, to always be the same?
Sometimes I wonder if my imagination will abandon me. If I will sit down to write a chapter and get it a terrifying blank. I fear this; really fear this. What if I run out of ideas? What it my enthusiasm flat-lines?
So far this has never happened, and it is always waiting for me in whatever capacity I need.
I truly hope my imagination never leaves me, because it is something that I love, and I know that if it left me, I would miss it very much.
Well, the above photo demonstrates what happens when you put two chairs with nice soft cushions out, and then don’t sit down quickly enough!
It’s supposed to be winter here, but it’s been a beautiful weekend with glorious blue sky and a very respectable 27 degrees. So, I thought I would sit out and enjoy the warmth while reading on my kindle. And being a softy I went and got another chair and left the cats where they were 😉
Rather disappointingly I thought I had bought ‘Planet of Exiles’ by Ursula Le Guin, but it turned out to be on pre-order so I will have to wait until September. That will teach me not to read properly before hitting the ‘buy’! So in the absence of that I tucked into some old school sci-fi.