Our little plan is becoming a big plan. It sounds like something out of a novel, out of my new novel, where the heroine scarcely knows her heart’s desire, but stumbles towards it. The plan is to build a portal to enable Australian authors like us, like me, luddites like me who almost have no… Continue reading…
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The strange importance of carrots
Harper Collins have been dream publishers. Just when I thought I must turn my back on traditional publishing houses, I come across a model one. For example, I’m being consulted about the cover, and for most of a day I’m allowed to discuss with their artist colours, desert scenery, a figure wandering blithely away across… Continue reading…
What’s so safe about traditional publishing?
It was in the bad old days. You wait all your life to find a way to export your first novel out of your head and onto paper. You think publication will put you into heaven. I found publication, while not exactly hell, at least a punishment. My “Painted Woman”, first published by Hudson in… Continue reading…
More daring demanded
Suddenly everything has changed. At a literary evening which I almost didn’t go to, I come upon Shona Martyn of Harper Collins. “You wrote that letter. Come and see me,” she says. I ask Bem to come with me, for she’s much more e-literate than me- though I’m learning fast, on the job, the way… Continue reading…
Learning fast
We now have a name – The Royalties. I’ve tried it on a few people, and they’ve laughed at its cheekiness. But to become a dignified royal, I must become e competent, fast. Who can explain this arcane knowledge to me in words I can follow? I’m used to researching, and ring around bothering people-… Continue reading…
Floating, sinking in the world of e-publishing
lt’s so hard to keep to a decision. Especially this one. So hard to be brave. I know nothing about e publishing . It’d be so pleasant to sink into the warm comfort of a publishing house once again, where other people do the things i’m not good at, that Ican never never learn. It’d… Continue reading…
A chronicle of e publishing
I made the decision one of those days when events seem to have a life of their own, and you’re just an on-looker. I’d sat a week in a white hotel room by the sick-bed of my daughter. She was vomiting her antibioics. I’d go down to breakfast every morning, bring hers hopefully up to… Continue reading…