A photographic look at my journey across the country via publishing houses.
*Gallery in progress.
The original plan, broken into four legs.
Who uses real maps anymore? I kept this one on my office wall while I was planning.
Tuning up my ’97 Ford Escort before sending it off for inspection while I’d be in BC.
Landing in Vancouver, BC, my first stop was a local indie bookstore. I love the addition of quiet reading space.
Ruth Linka of Brindle & Glass in Victoria, BC.
Tammara Kennelly of the self-pub world at Frisen Press (Victoria, BC).
All about the visuals, this is how Story Panda plans their year.
On the road home, there is nothing like finally hitting the prairies again. The space! The air!
After the tour I spent four months in this building completing Humber’s Creative Book Publishing Program. (Side note: the campus is a former asylum!)
Couldn’t resist one more stop, post-tour. Montreal-Contacts invites me to their office.
With a lovely team, we made a pretend publishing house!
I caught some shows, including Devin Cuddy at the Cameron House.
and the Fugitives!
I bought and learned to play the ukulele!
I made some new friends and ate a lot of chicken wings.
I checked out some launches, like this ChiZine launch at No One Writes to the Colonel.
You might recognize it from the yellow card I got in Montreal.
Commemorating the journey with my first tattoo.
The travel officially complete, I take a moment on Peggy’s Cove to reflect on it all.
The only shot I took in Andrew Steeve’s home. His off-the-grid pad is heated by this baby.
One of the oldest print books in Canadian history.
Intern Charlotte takes a closer look at the intricacies of the font.
The selection of books Andrew had pulled from the archives at Acadia University.
A s’mores crepe before.
A s’mores crepe after.
A mid-day fuel up.
Checking out an author event hosted by Goose Lane in Fredericton, NB.
My east-coast rental.
A road trip is not a road trip without beef jerky.
I love French humour!
Why all my B&B rooms were so romantic, I couldn’t tell you.
A stroll down rue St. Denis on my way to Éditions Hurtubise.
A morning Japanese lesson from the B&B owner in Montreal, QC.
The roads of Montreal.
I love how thick Linda’s business cards are!
Just under 70 clicks to Montreal!
The Ontario humidity did a number to my hair.
Another sweet stack of books from Random House. By the end of the tour, I’ll have a stack taller than me.
The tower where you’ll find Random House headquarters.
Toronto ice cream dealers don’t mess around. Check out the size of those scoops!
Proof that I’m indeed in TO.
The side wall in Coach House.
On the road to Coach House I’ve got to wonder how exactly this happened.
At this point the car’s not doing so great. Time for a bandaid and a prayer that I’ll at least make it to Montreal and back.
ECW (above the Rogers) send me away with a great read!
I’m blown away that bagged milk is still a thing out here in Toronto.
Any day that starts with Fruit Loops is gonna be a good day.
Turns out I had a Super 8 discount through my AMA this whole time.
My first stop along the Great Lakes.
Thunder Bay Hostel’s poles.
The owner, Llyod, writes essays. A lot of essays.
My room in his hostel was full of essays and photo albums.
Where I got the chance to learn about his life.
The road from Altona, MB to my next stop at Thunder Bay, ON. Over nine hours on the road.
When I asked hesitantly if the Burger Shack had a wifi connection, the server answered “obviously.”
Stopped in on the Friesens Bookstore.
You know you’re in Southern Manitoba when…
This is why B&Bs were my accommodations of choice for most of the way. This place also came with free hugs.
On the road to Winnipeg, MB I was enthralled with the random large trees that sporadically lined the highway.
The morning before leaving Regina in the morning, mysterious X marks in snow on my car.
After my near-accident on the road from Saskatoon and checking the weather reports, I decided to play it safe and stay in Regina for the night. This B&B owner didn’t have the single room available, but convinced me that staying in the love room would be worth it.