Monday, 22 September 2014

That's some serious blogging man

I think I may be just about on the cusp of the verge of the edge of almost getting back into this blogging lark. Possibly.

But a new, more serious, attitude to said bloggage is required. So, I'm contemplating a new home for Mind Bloggling. Probably on Wordpress. With proper hosting. And a vanity url. Serious s**t.

Watch this space. And then watch that (new) space.

In the meantime, I can be found blogging about creativity for IRISS's Creative Quarter.

And I recently wrote this for 23 Librarians.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

I am creative!

My team has two main objectives, the first, being to “foster a belief that we are all creative and that creativity has a role to play in our work”.

Which means that on a daily basis I’m talking to colleagues about creativity, explaining why we need to be more creative as an organisation, encouraging them to try new ways of doing/looking at things…blah, blah, blah, etc.

But this also needs to be about modelling behaviours and I’ve been conscious for a while that I may not be as good as I could be at taking my own medicine. I’ve got a bit stuck in my own ways of doing things. And I don’t push myself out of my comfort zone very often.

So - inspired by a load of stuff, not least this blog; a conversation with Alison Williams and reading BITE, the book she co-edited; and this IRISS project – I thought, how about setting myself a daily creativity challenge? And I thought. And I thought. And I thought some more. And then I thought, if I tell Twitter I’m doing it, then it'll have to happen! So I put this on Twitter last night.
And, serendipitously, today I find myself with a bit of spare time that I wasn’t due to have.

So here’s what I’m thinking. Every day, I will do something creative. And I’ll share it on this Tumblr and on Twitter (hashtag #iamcreative). I may post some stuff here. I’ll also post on our Yammer network.

Other than that, there will be no rules. I’m not going to further define ‘something creative’. It might be something very obviously work related; it might not. Some days it might be something very small; other days it might be something big and dramatic!  It could be small c creativity; or big C creativity (very unlikely!); or something in between.
 
I will try very hard to do something every day, but I’m sure I’ll miss days here and there. I'm not committing to 365 days, or anything like that - if it begins to feel like a chore, I’ll stop.
 
If this tickles your fancy, why don't you join me :-) ?

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

A post about *not* being at UKGovcamp

I wasn't at UKGovcamp 2014 on Saturday. I should have been. I should have been talking about 'digital stuff in government'. As a 'Campmaker', I should have been helping on the registration desk. And in the cloakroom. And live blogging and timekeeping. And doing other helpful stuff.

But I wasn't. Cus I wusnae well.


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Funny thing is, I'm not sad. I was too ill on the day to really care, but I thought that once I felt better I would be gutted to have missed it. I wasn't. I thought it would upset me to read all the tweets and blogs and stuff after the event. It didn't.

So what's that all about? I'm not sure to be honest. It probably has something to do with the way I'm feeling about the d word at the moment (see previous blog post). I decided a while back that I didn't want to organise any more Scotgovcamps. I've even ditched Highteacamp. But I hadn't realised that I'd fallen out of love with govcamps completely.

Let's be clear. It's not the format. No way, Jose. It's not the people. Nope. I still think unconferences are brilliant. As are the folk that go to them and the folk that organise them (they are especially brilliant!). I think it's more about not feeling that I have anything to contribute to the 'digital in government' discussion anymore. And, to be brutally honest, a lack of interest in much of that discussion.

Anyway, I just wish I'd realised that this was how I felt before I booked my ticket for UKGovcamp. Then somebody more deserving could have gone along. I feel bad about that. All I can say is, if I hadn't been unwell, I'd have been there, blogging and tweeting and helping my little socks off. Athough, I guess my heart may not have been in it.