After months of wading knee-deep in paragraph styles, margins, and those devilish Word section breaks I’ll soon tell you more about, it feels almost anticlimactic. It feels more like I want to take a long rest, especially from all things keyboard and word processor.
And yet I do want to celebrate this milestone, because that’s what it is. Every writer toying with the idea of one day writing a book has an image in his or her mind, and it’s not of a Kindle screen. It’s of an actual, physical book she can hold in her hands, leaf through, and otherwise mostly gaze at adoringly for hours.
It looks good in so many places! Copies of it piled in a stack! Randomly tossed onto the coffee table! Next to a mug of freshly-made cappuccino! In the bookshelf next to your favorite authors! In a selfie with your sweaty tennis outfit on!
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