(5.19) Finally ‘in print’ – 4277382 The day has been mostly taken up by Amazon and Kindle but I think we’re getting somewhere. My brother was the first to buy a paper copy, and my ex the first to pre-order a Kindle copy. Pricing is an issue as I want to feel that buyers are getting value for money (“never mind the quality, feel the width”!) but at the same time the writing project has to cover its costs, including those of the artist (Christopher Perkins of Mydas Touch, hereafter known as the ‘artist’!). I had intended on producing a new volume for each month but I think each volume should cover three months or 100 days. This should result in a book of around 300 pages and lots of room for more photographs. Cost savings could be made by making the contents (text and photographs) black and white but perhaps some feedback on that would be constructive. I like colour photographs but it does impact on the final selling price. Half a mile away and the llamas responded to the whistle! And some of them even came running. Not Robbie, of course, he doesn’t ‘do’ running – too much like hard work. He saunters, in a very confident give-me-no-hassle way, taking his time. I’ve reduced their ration to two handfuls of ‘muesli’ each (no carrots) and they’ve hardly noticed. They have loads to eat next door, absolutely eliminating the possibility of starvation. Carrot quality is appalling at the moment (one bag I bought last week has gone completely manky) but I shall re-introduce them when the cooler weather comes round again. Sad but true, the final goose egg has broken (as did one of yesterday’s chicken eggs which I had forgotten to collect) – so the brooding is over, though it might take a little time for that penny to drop. The brown one is still sitting on a golf ball (faux egg) but I’ll take that out from under her tomorrow. She’s done her duty and its time for her to get out and about. I’ll clean out the nesting area and give everything a good wash and brush up, and then we can get back to normal. I’ve no idea how to un-broody a chicken – if you do, please send your suggestions on the back of a £10 note. I marked up, this evening, the 600th egg since they arrived last November, and I had two of their recent lay for my tea – wonderful! I washed out the ferret-corner this morning too, changed all the newspapers and poop-trays, re-aligned the numerous cardboard boxes, and placed a very heavy brick on their feed-tray to stop them from flicking it around. Ferrets have very strong front legs and relatively powerful shoulders and they will lie on their sides and just flick things out of the way, hence the regular re-alignment of the cardboard boxes. They’re good fun though (the ferrets, not the cardboard boxes). I paid for my motorcycle recovery today (see theatre saga of 10 days ago), and noticed that my car’s road tax is about to expire. When I came back from tea-time I found an envelope on my stairs – the bill for the hay bales! “Lottery, Lottery, wherefore art thou, Lottery?” The Business point? Not everything will go to plan, and not everything will be perfect (my Kindle file for example) but, as an old saying goes: “Any decision is better than no decision, even though that decision may be flawed.” Progress is vital, and it is easier to make corrections once you are on the move – you go nowhere fast if you stand still. Trust your instincts, take a deep breath, and get on with it. The soft front tyre on my motorbike (10 days ago) made the handling very unpredictable but progress (towards the theatre) was being made. It took a lot of effort to turn it into corners, it was very reluctant to lean over, and felt rigid going in a straight line. I could have turned round and parked it back in the barn but, on closer inspection at the garage, I decided that if the tyre would pump up, progress would be maintained, the ride would improve, and I could carry on. It did, and it was, and I had a very pleasant and quick ride to the coast, and consequently an excellent theatre-experience. “Is this a dagger I see before me?” No, it’s just a very flat tyre, m’lud. That the tyre was very flat when I came out of the theatre was only a tad disappointing . . . I might have missed Macbeth altogether. I’m glad I made the decision to continue (and I’m glad I was/am a member of a recovery service – despite the bill!). The Daily Llama
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 23:09:00 +0000
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