bookmark_borderFive things

I haz been tagged. In fact I’ve two meme duties to fulfill, so let me get this one out of the road first (it was way easier than the next one).

The idea of the meme is to list five things in your life now that you would have never thought would be in your life when you were 25.

1. A cat
Louise and I both grew up with dogs. That is we both had dogs in our families, we weren’t raised, Mowgli-like, by packs of wild canines. However as we both have full-time jobs, and are out of the house during the day time, we knew it wouldn’t be fair to get a puppy. However we both like cats, entertaining a neighbourhood white persian on occasion, and the possibility of getting Ollie came up we jumped at it.

Last night I fell asleep with toasty warm feet, and the soft purring lullaby of our little black kitten (he’s not even 5 months old yet, even though I think he’s older).

2. A posh car
Having spent a fair number of years commuting by train, I switched jobs and needed a new car. Something reliable and functional, and bigger than our previous car (a great wee Peugeot 206). The Honda Civic wasn’t the first choice but other than a few minor niggles I have to admit that it’s been brilliant. Yes it is a little more expensive to run but I gain on fuel economy (it’s a diesel and I’m fairly economic when I drive, most of the time).

Note: it’s not THAT posh but it’s the first time I’ve had cruise control, A/C and other ‘nice to have’ stuff. Plus it’s easily the most expensive car we’ve owned, and by FAR the fastest… er… allegedly…

3. A Mac
Well I HAD to have a techie thing in here, didn’t I.

Nine years ago, Apple were a bit of a laughing stock, and whilst I’d always been impressed with their software, I wouldn’t have gone near it with someone else’s bargepole. Roll back to last year and I was positively itching to get a MacBook. I’ve been loving it ever since. I only wish I’d decided earlier and gotten a MacBook Pro to replace my previous PC. Still, there is always next year…

4. Jogging
I hesitate to list this one but the long-term aim is to get back out there and, considering I’ve been through various spells of trying ways to lose weight and get fit, jogging is the one that I’ve enjoyed the most. To be fair that is all down to jogScotland as I still don’t really enjoy going out alone but twice weekly sessions with a group of people sharing the same desires and abilities (plod on!) made a huge difference.

God I really need to get back to it, come on knee, get with the programme!!

5. All of you
OK OK, it’s a little twee but I spend so much of my time writing this blog, and reading yours, that I have to list you guys and gals that take the time to read what I write as I waffle on. It amazes me that, as I head for my tenth year of online publishing (that CAN’T be right!) I still have people willing to read what spews from my head. Thank you. Sincerely.

And, being a meme I now get to tag 5 people. How about Lyle, NML, Jane, Cat, and Bob. And yes, that is a very carefully chosen list!

bookmark_borderProduct Design

As a technical writer, I often find myself bemused by the design decisions made by developers and product designers. Any time I find myself bemused by a product I tend to look towards the supporting information.

However, the technical writer also has guard against such things, as evidenced by the instruction manual I received with my new watch. The watch itself has four buttons, and like most digital watches each button will do different things in different modes.

The buttons are not labelled on the watch itself and so the instruction manual is the only place to figure out what button does what. OK, I’ll admit it, I did play with it for a while before turning to the manual at which point I became a little confused.

There are four buttons, and in the instruction manual there is a simple diagram showing that they are labelled A, B, C and D. So far so good.

However, and bear in mind this is a watch so when you look at it the cognitive suggestion is “clockwise”, the buttons are labelled in an anti-clockwise order. Now if each button only did one thing, this wouldn’t be that big a deal. Yet because of the non-intuitive way they had labelled the buttons, I continued to find myself confused as to which button to push, returning to the manual at every point to check which button was next.

This is not a flaw in the hardware (the watch) but in the instruction manual.

Why do I mention this? Two reasons:

  1. We are the interface to the interface. We can break the “product” as easily as we can enhance it.
  2. Making sure co-workers realise that the documentation is part of the product can be tricky, and this leaped out at me as a good example. The product suffers because the documentation is poor.

I’m pretty sure this could have been avoided if the writer had spent more time with the product as there is little better way to fully understand how a product works, than sitting down and using it yourself.

That said, it is a very nice watch…

bookmark_borderWeekender

Busy day ahead, so I’ll be brief.

My Office Christmas party was on Saturday night. Drawing up at the main entrance, I was greeted with a red carpet, and gladly accepted a glass of fine champagne. I turned down the partridge and quail

The meal was served in the atrium area of our office (the carpeted section in the photo) and was pretty good. All I really remember was the constant supply of bottles of red wine, put an empty one down, 10 seconds later a full one appeared. It was such a fun game… i think.

Meal finished, it was time for the company awards. I was lucky enough to be nominated for one but didn’t expect to win, and the rest of the awards (6 in total) were all won deservedly. Next up, the raffle. The main prize that everyone was hoping for was a set of “bespoke curtains”. No, wait. That’s not right… ahh yes, the main prize that everyone was hoping for was two return flights to New York. I didn’t win them either, nor the 27″ LCD TV or the bespoke curtains. There were main other prizes but, thankfully, the rest of the draw takes place today (I’m holding out to win the lamb. Yes, seriously. A lamb.)

Then the band started. A few ceilidh numbers at the start before they started pumping out some classic covers. They were fantastic, although there is something odd about being drunk and dancing like a fool in the office. The reception area (you can see it, left of centre in the photo I linked to above), was the bar for the evening, and thankfully no-one fell in the fountain (on the left of the photo, just).

A cracking night.

And it wasn’t finished for me. Jumping in a taxi at 1am, I headed back to the Normandy Hotel were Louise was having her office party night out and which didn’t finish until 2am! I got to meet some of the people she works with, and as I was one of only 3 guys wearing a kilt, got a fair amount of attention. Why are women still surprised that men don’t wear anything under their kilts??

Back to the room at 2.30am and… up at 8.30 after a broken night of fitful sleep. Not sure if it was the bed or unfamiliar noises but I think I managed about 4 hours sleep in total. But that was OK, it wasn’t like we were going shopping or anything.. ohh crap.

I was a complete wreck yesterday (apologies to my parents who had come over for dinner) and ended up in bed at 9.30pm.

What a great weekend. How the hell was yours?

bookmark_borderI am a star!

OK, I’m not really, I have a tendency to mumble and, being Scottish, I talk faster than most (I put this down to the speed at which Scottish women talk, you have to be fast to get a word in edgeways.. ). My mind wanders off topic quite easily and I tend to try off-the-cuff jokes. However I have given a presentation to a room full of strangers before but this time I may not be the only expert in the room…

These are all things I know I need to be aware of on Wednesday when I give my presentation on “Using Wikis for Collaborative Authoring” to the TICAD conference attendees.

However, I think my presentation is OK. It’s not going to “knock ’em dead”, I don’t think, but I think I’ve pitched it right and hopefully I won’t trip myself up too often. I’m going to run through it twice more before Wednesday and, as yet, I’m not hugely nervous about it. I know the topic well enough, and I think I could even talk through it if the conference system fails so that should stand me in some good stead. Mind you, ask me that at 3pm on Wednesday and I’m sure you’ll get a different answer. Still, I know that is all part of the experience and I have to admit I am genuinely looking forward to it.

It is a little odd, as this is my first time as a conference speaker, to be on the ‘other side’ of a conference and I’m not really that sure what to expect. My slot is right after the ‘breakout’ sessions, with a coffee break preceding me and the rather awesome Bernard Aschwanden following me. Which reminds me that I must ask him about the theme of his session “A Vision of the Future” as I’m slightly wary of treading on his toes (he’s shorter than me though so it’s not too much of an issue…).

Still, at least I’m not right after lunch.

If you are coming along to the conference, then please say hello. I’ll be there from Tuesday evening at the pre-conference dinner, and I’ll most definitely be in the bar on Wednesday evening. Mine’s a Guinness.

bookmark_borderWho do you write for?

I started this blog to have a separate place to write about my “professional” thoughts and I guess I thought I could maybe add a little value to the cluttered world of technical communications, or at the very least raise my profile a little. Yes, I have an ego, but it’s kept in check for the most part.

However, like my other blog, the main reason this blog exists is to give me a place that I can consider and process my thoughts. I’ve always found writing things down helped me get a good sense of what they were, even if I didn’t necessarily start with a cohesive picture in mind. Sometimes the simplest issue, one that has eluded me for some time, leaps into focus when I start writing. I’m not sure if it’s always been that way or I’ve now trained myself into such a habit but I’m not complaining, it works for me and I’ll admit that I still get a little buzz when something “clicks”.

If I were in a cartoon a light-bulb would *plink* into existence above my head when that happens. Reality can be such a disappointment.

Today brought a good example of such a moment and rather than deleting my thoughts, I’d thought I’d post them here. Sharing is power after all (badly paraphrasing remains inexcusable).

One continuing theme on most of the mailing lists I follow and in various blog posts across the land, is that of knowing your audience. Knowing why you are writing, and who you are writing for are the fundamental tenets of our profession. They are so fundamental that, if I’m honest, the incessant reminders about them do start to grate somewhat. After all I’m a professional, how many times do I need to be told to consider my audience? How many times do we need to restate something we all know and understand.

I’m happy to admit that some will know more about their audience than others. Some will make do with a rough approximation of what their audience expects, whilst others will interview and analyse their customers and gather requirements and direction directly.

Regardless of your level of commitment to understanding them, anyone who is writing must (surely) consider their audience. Yet, at every turn, the answer to many questions all stem from that presumption, and are presented in simplistic terms. Know your audience they say. OK OK, I get it!

The thing is, after reading such a response for the umpteenth time it suddenly struck me that yes, we do need to be reminded of this basic fact, time and again.

We all have pressures on our work. Whether those pressures come from commitments made to others, from our own professional integrity, or directly from the customer, they all serve to focus us on the end goal and usually to start thinking in terms of quantity. We know we need to document the new interface to the ACME Widget and when pressure is exerted their is a temptation to take shortcuts, and the easiest shortcut is, by and large, to forget the audience.

The cardinal sin allows us to omit information on the presumption that they will “probably know it”, to structure the information according to UI rather than task, and ultimately to regress to a “if you can click it, document it” mentality. That may be a valid mode in certain circumstances but that will depend upon, yeah you guessed it, your audience.

Audience analysis, the use of personas, call it what you will, if you don’t have at least a rough idea of the type of person you are writing for then why bother? You won’t be structing the information correctly, you won’t be pitching the level of information appropriately, and you most certainly won’t be thinking around the various conceptual models your audience are likely to use and understand. The more you know, the better you can focus your documentation, drilling down into the tasks they need to complete and what they need to know before they begin. The better your knowledge of your audience the more likely it is you’ll produce documentation that they can use.

Put it this way, if you aren’t writing for a specific audience, who ARE you writing for?

Ooops.

I’ve gone and done exactly what I said annoyed me, lectured you all on knowing your audience when you already know that you need to know that. You know?

Next time I read yet another “Depends on your audience” response in a mailing list I’m going to try and remember that advice and apply it to my current work.

Addendum: Charles Cooper has been considering the same thing.

bookmark_borderWeekender

After the debacle of having to rip up my bank card, we headed to my parents for dinner on Friday night. They’d left some money lying about on the table (exactly the amount I’d wanted to get from the cash machine) so I pocketed that. I hope they don’t notice…

Saturday morning, up early for a rendezvous at Bothwell Services. We pinned the red carnations to our lapels, and had memorised the identification script:

“Ze grey squirrel enjoys le early morning.”

To which the expect response was to be:

“Yes, but the albatross is far away.”

Unfortunately we had forgotten to inform my sister-in-law of the appropriate response so she just stood there, holding out her car keys, and wondering why I was whispering in a slightly dodgy European accent. It’s ok though, she already thinks I’m a nutter.

So, having traded cars, I watched my wife drive off in the rough direction of Newcastle, and headed back home to peace and solitude. I had plans the first of which, I realised soon after pulling out of the Services, would be to put some diesel in my sister-in-law’s car.

I returned home, locked the door, took the phone of the hook, closed all the blinds and took my clothes off. Hey, nothing beats walking round your own house, naked in the daytime and don’t you dare have the bare-faced cheek to disagree with me.

OK, I’m kidding, I didn’t really take my clothes off, which is just as well as I was no sooner in the door than the doorbell rang. The Avon lady, we call her Anne so I hope that is her name, was there to pickup the Avon catalogue. Thankfully, Louise had left strict and specific instructions for this very occasion.

“If Anne calls, you know, Anne the Avon lady, give her the Avon catalogue back. If Bill calls, the Betterware man, give him the Betterware catalogue. OK? Can you manage that dear?” I confirmed that I thought it was not beyond my capacity. Her knowing look hurt a little but admittedly I have struggled with such things before.

I turned to the hall table, on which the aforementioned catalogue were placed. Thankfully I managed to select the right catalogue, first time! My weekend was off to a good start.

With one catalogue safely returned I decide to keep my clothes for, surely, Bill would turn up the minute I took them off. As the previous sentence sounds vaguely risque, I’ll move swiftly on.

My main objective this weekend was to eat bad food and have complete control of the television. I achieved those objectives fairly early on, sitting down to watch Soccer AM whilst eating a slice of chocolate cake with my morning coffee. What could be worse than having chocolate cake for breakfast? OK, many things I know but it was quite decadent of me as I normally have Shreddies.

And so it was for most of the weekend. I watched a bad movie called Aeon Flux, so bad that not even the rather gorgeous Charlize Theron could stop it being anything but bad, I watched a good movie called Syriana, which was a little long but in which George Clooney was very good, and I watched a Bond movie. Thunderball. Because it was on.

I also managed to build a smallish winerack (photos to follow), watched some football and rugby, upgraded my MacBook to Leopard, and then lost most of Sunday to a migraine. But those things aren’t as much fun to write about. So I won’t.

How was YOUR weekend dearest reader?