The young man seen in this post started something. I’ve been noticing and photographing, on my iphone, the kids of Wellington. I’m really inspired by the way they interact with their environment and how they identify themselves in it.

Here is the first installment of Wellykids.

I would love to go to this auction. Some lots hold more fascination than others:

Here.

Found Via Boing Boing

I’m thrilled that this design is affordable if only I can source it. Retailing for about $40USD the pop up book that doubles as a functioning lamp is totally adorkable and a must have for this book geek. Bravo to Takeshi Ishiguro the designer.

1) Owl in a Box!

2) Glamour Bombing. Via Gwennies’ Twitter feed I give you Invisible Dogs -

Improv Everywhere rock.

3)Sunny days in the middle of rainy weeks.

4) Being in the same town as my sister

5) Catherynne Valente

6)Ezythai Express in Lower Hutt. Their duck soup is great also the Holy Basil Chicken (pad grapow gai).

7) This excerpt from a Boingboing article about Nasa’s initial attempts to involve women in the space program:

“The (ultimately unsuccessful) charge was led by Randy Lovelace–the doctor responsible for putting together health tests for astronaut hopefuls during the original Mercury 7 selection process…”

Another case of names you would never get away with in (non-spoof) science fiction.

that Joel, my fantabulous artist, has had his art displayed by the very funky Cuba Street gallery Eyeball Kicks. All three pieces sold within a couple of days. They were the proverbial hotcakes. None of us who know how talented Joel is are surprised but, of course, we are wicked pleased. Here is the man himself in the gallery window:

Eyeball Kicks representatives told me today that they plan to hang more pieces by Joel next week. Its your chance to get some Joel art before it appreciates stupidly! This is Primate Pirates, currently the last piece of his art left in the gallery:

To s0me extent this blog acts as a store for inspiration. These mind toys are via Dinosaurs and Robots a blog I regularly read.

This 1882 suit was never used and is displayed in all its splendour in the National Maritime Museum in Paris.

These are some of my favourite netsuke from the latest Bonhams auction of netsuke and obi. They tend to either be  beautiful representations of the natural world, to tell a story, or to be very expressive. Or all three of the above!

In this one an old man is opening a box. As he opens it the magic clam within extrudes a cloud of vapour loaded with treasures:

I also really like representations of oni. Here is one resting on a box - you can open it to reveal a little man lolled in a drunked stupor with an upended flask and sake cup falling from his hands.

The next one is either a normal man on a giant overturned sandal, or a tiny man on a normal sandal - you choose ^^

I love this boy holding a mask and the thoughtful monkey. The monkey is examining a grub caught in his fingers.

Finally, I am halfway through writing a piece of erotica and may have had an irresistible idea for a short horror piece. I am superstitiously scared of writing horror. I feel I’d rather create beauty. However, I don’t this the idea will leave me alone so in some form I am going to be doing something with it. Someone tell my muse I don’t do that stuff, mmm k?

Balloon monsters by Jasen Hakenworth

Last Thursday I attended Fantastic Voyages with Helen Lowe and Tim Jones each talking about their books and Speculative Fiction. It was an inspiring night with readings from both authors. Tim read part of his short story ‘When she came walking’ (which I loved) and Helen read from Thornspell. Of course, discussion was lively and informed, and the lily was gilded by the presence of Lynn Freeman who added both direction and interesting comments (I have learned that you can catch her programme after the fact here). We noted New Zealand’s fascination with Apocalypses and Tim said that he could have filled his recent collection of N.Z Sci - fi poetry, Voyagers, with apocalyptic poems from the 60s era.

In short,  it was fascinating and fun. However, what I want to comment on here is not the food provided for the intellect by the discussion, but the joys of the social network that surrounded it.  The Speculative Fiction community is growing rapidly and developing its own culture and voice. I was able to Tweet that I was heading to the Southern Cross for food before the event and find myself joined by several equally interested friends. The atmosphere of the event was one of shared pleasures and enthusiasm and was both warm and welcoming. One friend, Jenni, had never attended a Speculative Fiction orientated event and was thrilled to find that  “everyone was very friendly and encouraging when Sally mentioned I’d just been published for the first time.”

After the event the two authors invited everyone to join them for a few drinks in Fidels:

Again, we shared a great discussion and huge amounts of mutual enthusiasm for SF.  Everyone present was professionally supportive of one another and incredibly friendly. This exactly mirrors my experience of the SF community on every occasion. My first forays into it were via the yearly conferences organised by SFFANZ and associated groups each year (next years event is Au Contraire). I went at the urging of Mundens with a little trepidation. I suspected I would be surrounded by geeks and wondered how interesting it would all be. Well, I was surrounded by geeks, and that was fantastic. I felt like I was wrapped in a blanket of loving support for my work as a yet to be published author (as I was then), I found an incredible amount of great advice for my work, and some recognition which was a heady draught.  I also found the fellowship of people with exotic and interesting obsessions, well developed personal outlooks, and considerable charm. All the guest authors were utterly welcoming. I learnt more in that first weekend than I had in all my life prior to that point about my vocation. Naturally, now I go every year, and will always continue to.

I think it’s possible that there has been a happy marriage of the energies of these conferences, the inspiration afforded by the success of our film industry, and the personal inclinations of the many good people involved in Speculative Fiction. There seems to be a quiet awareness that we are all writing our own new culture and are able to determine what it will be by our actions as individuals. In practise I am thrilled to see us choosing thusly: we will be warm and support each other in practical ways, we will engage in discussion to learn and share rather than to win, we have integrity in how we treat one another. There seems to be a general agreement that there is enough sunshine for all of us to grow our careers as writers. After all, the more good writing that emerges from the Speculative Fiction community, the more readers will encounter and demand good speculative fiction. So, newcomers are nurtured.

On the forest floor of Speculative Fiction, as it were, there is a hotbed of new growth as a result. Dozens of new and vulnerable  sapling authors are beginning to poke their heads up out of the leaf litter. It is a wonderful feeling to be surrounded by such young talent, to be taking part in their energy, and observing their struggles toward the light while I enjoy my own slow growth as an author. My social group is full of novelists with actual completed novels sitting in their drawers, script writers, poets, playwrights, board game designers and more; all with a heavy slant toward Speculative Fiction content. Several have joined me in participating in this first Speculative Fiction Blogging week. Almost daily I pinch myself at my good fortune to be here and now.

~~This post was created for Speculative Fiction Blogging Week~~