Bashing Down the Walls
Figuratively speaking, that is, I’m bashing down the walls. If anyone ever thinks the life of a writer is one of ease, of single malt and rambling walks and cheques that arrive in the mail, they’re delusional. I’ve just spent the morning bashing on Chapters’ doors. Why? It’s one thing for them to carry my books in their online catalogue. Getting my books into that catalogue usually involves about two weeks of constant emails to…