May 1, 2024

Inching forward

Here we are on 1st May and here I am, still going on the book. So much for goals and targets. There are excuses of course, and perfectly valid ones. Life does have a habit of chucking a few curved balls at you and the first quarter of this year certainly decided it was my turn.


So between a state election called 12 months early, due to our Tasmanian premier’s stubborn determination to push ahead with a massively unpopular stadium project that he could so easily have rejected when he took over the reins; having my arm twisted to stand as a support candidate for the Greens in the election; my terminally ill brother choosing his moment to depart this Earth, and then succumbing to COVID for the first time, it’s perhaps not so surprising progress on the book stalled a bit.


They say all these challenges serve to make one stronger. Well, possibly but to be honest after 12 years campaigning to stop the pulp mill, I’m completely over challenges and I remain unconvinced they do actually make one stronger. They certainly make you exhausted. But on the plus side – now all those challenges have been navigated – the Greens did extremely well in the election and my 600+ votes helped tip Cecily Rosol over the line to ensure Bass has a Greens MP once again. Excellent. And even better is that she’s one of five Greens MPs who will be sitting in Parliament House on 14th May.


On the other side of the world my brother left the planet as a result of the dreaded cancer. If anything is now a pandemic I’d suggest it would have to be cancer. In the developed world it’s presence is insidious and there can hardly be a family who hasn’t been touched by it. No, I didn’t go back to the UK for the funeral. It was always the plan to see him when he was still alive and relatively OK, and I did that last year.


So. COVID. Not a nice experience and I still don’t really know where I got it, but if my theory is right it was while helping out at our local market still to raise funds for Windermere Church. Since I was outside on what was a truly beautiful day then it rather explodes the myth about being safe in the open air. Someone breathed on me sideways - but quite probably they didn’t know they harboured germs either so I don’t blame them.


The virus certainly leaves you flattened though but whether it was due to the five vaccinations I had in total, or whether the virus has weakened a bit as it’s mutated, I certainly wasn’t laid low for as long as some people. Thank goodness. Not an illness I’m anxious to have again but in a way it’s a relief to have had it. Hopefully it’s given me some immunity for the next round of infections.



But all these things didn’t help progress on the book. Reckon I’m now about three quarters finished so the next goal is to have the final draft completed by end of May. Better get cracking.

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Finding a publisher could be getting closer

By Anne Layton-Bennett • July 22, 2026
Attracting the interest of a publisher for this story of a community’s campaign to stop what would have been ‘the world’s fourth largest pulp mill’ being built was never going to be easy, but hoping the first of two 3-minute Literary Speed Dating pitch sessions will prompt at least one of the two publishers to request the full MSS. And preferably both of them. These twice-yearly Perfect Pitch sessions are offered to members of the Australian Society of Authors, and this is the first time I’ve taken advantage of them – mainly because of the need to have a completed MSS before doing so. Three minutes isn’t long to excite the interest of a publisher who is after stories in very specific genres, and who therefore needs to believe your MSS is worth investing the time needed to read it in full. I’m pretty certain I’ve excited the necessary interest, but given Jane will hear the pitches of many more optimistic and talented writers after my morning session today, there are no guarantees. That initial interest might well wane as the day goes on if other writers have written stories that sound far more intriguing – and marketable. One can never forget that aspect of publishing these days: will the book sell. I believe my story will – certainly in Tasmania it definitely will – but a wider Australian readership? That’s an unknown even if my mentor is convinced of the story’s universal appeal.  I’d certainly like to think I’ve caught the zeitgeist wave given the current widespread community unrest over AI data centres, that’s already prompting similar serious opposition, and for many of the same reasons the Tamar Valley’s community opposed the pulp mill. Environmental degradation, threats to public health, water usage – and water shortages in an era of escalating climate extremes – and the constant, relentless noise factor that’s associated with data centres, and AI data centres in particular. I’m crossing my fingers that the second pitch session will be equally positive, and that I could strike it lucky with both publishers requesting to see the full MSS. But I won’t get ahead of myself. I’ll just be keeping all fingers and toes firmly crossed for the next seven days.
Magni

Fiona's gift

By Anne Layton-Bennett • June 14, 2026
It’s taken far too many months for this marvellous model to grace the dedicated desk space in my office. When Fiona comes to visit next she will be very surprised, and hopefully gratified, that her amazing creative talent is finally on display. We’ve known each other for a very long time, and during the insanely busy time when I was helping to run the flower farm, working part-time in a school library, doing a spot of journalism on the side, and fighting the proposed pulp mill that is the subject of the manuscript I’m hoping to get published, Fiona cleaned my house each week. There’s only so much a person can do after all, and it has to be said cleaning our house during those manic years was fairly low down on the list of my priorities. But Fiona is a woman of many talents and she certainly possesses one that I so don’t have: sewing and dressmaking. So over the years she’s also made a few garments based on the pattern of a favourite garment that I was particularly fond of, and she’s also done some clothing alterations for both of us. My skills with needles and thread are limited to sewing on buttons, and taking up hems on John’s too-long pairs of jeans. Anything else is beyond me. But this fabulous model is the pièce de résistance – along with the beautiful crocheted knee warmer she gave me last year. This was when winter was approaching and so determined was I to finish writing the book, I decided to get out of bed at the insane hour of 5am and get in a solid hour’s writing in before dog walking and the demands of the day took over. Fiona was also one of many Tasmanians who needed to be circumspect about her opinion of the pulp mill. It was a project that polarised people, including families and friendships. She was one of several who passed on snippets of useful information, but on the basis of anonymity so it couldn’t be sheeted home to her.  Needless to say Fiona will be one of those whose contribution will be acknowledged – when this book is finally accepted by a publisher.

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