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What is crowd funding?

Unknown-1It’s getting easier all the time to publish your work thanks to digital technology. Not so long ago, if you wanted to publish a book you needed lots of cash to pay typesetters and printers. Now it’s possible to publish your book using word and print on demand.

If you want your book to be a little more professional though, it’s advisable to pay for a good editor and designer to make your book  worthy of being in a bookshop.

I see you throwing your hands in the air saying, ‘I have no time to write my book and now you’re telling me I need money to publish it?’

Yes, if you want people to respect your book you need to put some thought into it. The no time excuse is not valid. It’s a matter of prioritising it. But the money aspect can be a barrier. This is where crowd funding comes in.

Crowd funding is a fantastic way to raise small amounts of money for a project from a group of people. This is usually done via the internet. There are many crowd funding companies out there where you can set up your project and ask for different amounts of money (pledges) in exchange for different products. The beauty of this is that you are not just straight out asking for money. That would be more like a charity. You are in fact pre-selling something in a way and giving your supporters some ownership of it through fostering awareness of what you are doing.

People have funded so many different types of things from books, to inventions, music videos or even products. About a year ago a father and son set up a project with Indiegogo to fund their invention, asking for only $70,000 and raised $12,488,218 USD! Check out this link:


This is of course an extreme example. Most people are just wanting to raise a few thousand dollars and this is quite achievable if you are wanting help to publish your book. There are so few grants available these days thanks to cuts in the Arts sectors and even then your project might not fit those criteria anyway.

We have successfully funded three books recently, using Pozible. There are many other platforms out there but I chose Pozible because it was started by Australians and I found the platform very user friendly.

In my next blog, I will talk about what you need to create a successful campaign to reach the target needed to make your book a reality.


Where memory meets me

10615642_10204654385550634_6324159810675767075_nThe wind rattles the corrugated iron roofing, the straight ghost gum at the back of the house sways, drops branches that make a whipping crack as they hit the earth. Relentless rain batters at the tin for hours and I chant a mantra over and over please stop raining, please stop raining. It continues for days on end and we battle to light the fire even with the use of kero, its blue hued liquid fizzing against the damp kindling.

Endless hours turn to days. Wet, wet, wet. We watch the river, holding our breath, and then it rises. Rises like a monster awakening from slumber. Water covers the rocks and trees and creeps steadily upwards, towards the house. Please stop raining, please stop raining.

We speculate about whether the water has ever covered our little hill, suck in our breath and marvel at the speed and power of the water as whole trees sail past – roots and all – some stopping at our crossing down stream and creating a new bridge for us to use to cross the river or as a diving jetty – a new place to play.

The river is swollen, surly and churned up with mud and debris, sometimes even a cow or a car part, some roofing iron.

If it stops raining, the river will drain away into the sea in as many days as it came. Please stop raining, please stop raining.

If it doesn’t stop raining then we are moored on our little island bound by the river on one side and the creek on the other, the only way out is along the saddle behind us, a narrow ridge now made narrower by the rising waters on either side. Please stop raining, please stop raining.

And if it doesn’t stop raining we will run out of food because there is only so much to be picked from the garden in winter. And we are only self-sufficient to a degree. Please stop raining, please stop raining.

A meeting is held. I don’t know how word gets to us. There is always someone who will travel around the bush regardless of the weather, regardless of the situation. In my minds-eye it’s Maddy but I don’t know for sure. But a meeting happens and the majority agree that everyone should take what they can and head out to town.


Maddy is neither boy nor man. He is a gazelle: nimble, quick and flighty. He lives in a hut on the side of the cliff, above the creek, across from Tent City. His dark eyes are always smiling and crinkled and you could confuse him with a Navaho Indian. He likes to ride his motorbike up the coast or to Canberra to visit the oldies. You know what they say: The good die young.

An excerpt from my childhood memoir, ‘Take Me to the River’.