What does one do after he writes a novel.
After two years of thinking about writing a novel and a year and a half actually writing it, I find myself with 70,000 words saved on various types of computer memory. So, after waiting a couple days, feeling good–feeling really good–I reformatted the text (double-spaced, easier on the eyes of gracious readers) and printed it out on my laser printer. Here was my first surprise: the file was too large to fit all at once into the printer’s memory! Truly, this was a prodigious stack of writing.
After getting it printed (it’s called Lithium, by the way, hence the title of the blog), I then had the task of making copies. Not wanting to spend the money at Kinkos, I made them at the office, on a Sunday afternoon when no one else was around to see what I was doing. (Don’t worry, I bought my own paper.)
It took three hours to make four copies of the 220 page manuscript because the office copier is anything but a workhorse. How could I have explained the fried hunk of machine on Monday morning if I’d overestimated its tolerance for abuse?
And now my wife has a reading copy, and a friend has a reading copy. I haven’t decided who to give the other copies to yet. At some point I’ll have to read it through again myself, but I’m letting it breathe for a while first, make some new acquaintances.