my story, all four inches of it….

I’m remembering this day several months ago: the thrill of holding my first fiction manuscript in my hands, still hot and flexible from the printer’s deft bending, stretching, and cracking. I quote from an old blog post:

“The printer massaged my manuscript as it slipped from the machine; a wonderful wave of petrissage rolling from top to bottom and from corner to corner of the stack, to align the edges. It was beautiful. Even its stars must be aligned.”

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