26: Literary Distribution Systems

Posted in Diary posts on February 26th, 2011 by Peter Baker

26 February 2011

‘I’m not sure The Jolly Pilgrim should go to market via a traditional route – it’s a dusty industry caught between austerity, stumbling into the next Harry Potter and pants-down terror of the internet. In this epoch, quality can find its way to the surface under its own merits. Read more »

25: Network Mode

Posted in Diary posts on February 19th, 2011 by Peter Baker

19 February 2011

My stage-one approach to the publishing industry (more of an all-guns-blazing charge, really) didn’t produce a hit. So I spent a weekend pulling together my communication tools, bought, assembled and fired-up a laser printer, then drew a deep breath and started to network.

The most useful part of networking turned out to be sitting down with published writers and interrogating them about their experiences. Read more »

24: Slap Down

Posted in Diary posts on January 31st, 2011 by Peter Baker

31 January 2011

The end of 2010 brought a period of calm. Everything was coming together: I’d recovered from surgery; the manuscript was pristine; I’d had a holiday; family problems were beginning to fall away; work was under control; and Dad was bedded down in his new bungalow – healthy, happy and overcome with Mozart. Read more »

23: South Sea Island

Posted in Diary posts on December 11th, 2010 by Peter Baker

11 December 2010

Mauritius is a product of volcanism. From 13 million years ago, the Earth’s core punched a hole through one of its tectonic plates and began to spew lava onto the floor of the Indian Ocean. By seven million years ago, an island had broken the surface, 855 kilometres east of what is now Madagascar. By 200,000 years ago, the volcanoes were spent and the colonisation by life in full swing. Read more »

22: Pilgrim’s Progress

Posted in Diary posts on December 1st, 2010 by Peter Baker

1 December 2010

With Dad ensconced in his new home, life got simpler.  That week, my surgeon gave me the all-clear that I had my body back, which left me floating with happiness.  The old routine was readopted, my muscles began knitting back together and, with some glee, I returned to the book. Read more »