Why Printing is Terrifying


After work on Saturday, I made pilgrimage to the Holy City of Printing, Officeworks, and sacrificed $48 dollars to the Paper God to have my manuscript printed.

I’m pretty sure I clutched it to my chest all the way home, giddier than a red-cordial powered child about to go on a roller coaster.

And then I got home and promptly buried the tome under a pile of clothes and proceeded to ignore it for three days. Because having an entire novel that you wrote in print, even if it’s one Officeworks produced copy, is terrifying.

My thoughts basically consisted of the following:

  • oh, god, why?
  • this is not good enough to print!
  • who do I think I am?
  • oh god
  • *expletive*
  • if I ignore it, it will go away
  • aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh

Which, tbh, is probably not the most constructive way to enter into the next phase of the editing process. By Monday night, I was sufficiently recovered to actually start reading. My plan was to do one read through sans edits before I armed myself with sticky tabs and a rainbow of markers. This plan has so far met with moderate success.

The exciting part of the read through, though, is that I am enjoying reading it. And to all my beta readers*, I hope you do too. 🙂

As the above instagram post suggests, I am still looking for beta readers. Shoot me an email if you’re interested. 🙂

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