Since I've gone and written a 50,000 word first draft of something resembling a novel, I decided to go to a copy place and have them print the thing out. It's all fine and good to have the manuscript on a computer, CD, or USB thumb drive, but I want something tangible. And, of course, I can't spread it all out on the floor and roll around naked in it if it's on a CD. Nope, I need paper.
At the copy place I gave the woman behind the counter my CD and she opened the file. Immediately there was trouble.
"What is this," she asked, with more than a little confusion in her voice.
"It's my novel."
"You wrote this?"
She didn't seem the least bit impressed, only bewildered.
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