I recently decided to get back on the horse of working on my manuscript, after a long and painful battle with an Indie Publisher who did me wrong a few years back. (That is a post for another time).
Usually, I don’t mind printing things like my work at a Staples or FedEx store whathaveyou but this time around (maybe it’s because I’m older or financially more responsible) I realized how expensive it can be to print at one of these places.
So I did what any responsible adult would do, I bought a printer and am determined to make it worth my money.
I’ve also come to the conclusion that there are no “cute” printers.
But alas, it did the job and my 112-page manuscript is sitting on my lovely desk waiting to be romanticized, abruptly argue with me, break up with me and then rekindle our love again over the next few weeks.