I printed my first draft today. (After my first revisions on chapter 1 also known as the chapter in which I got to know my characters). It was 120 pages, that's 60 sheets and at 10 cents a sheet at the library (ultimate college writer moment) that cost me $6. But it was worth it because that meant I could hold it in my hands, do my revisions and editing with a red pen (I love red pens). At first I was skeptical because of the cost. But when those 60 sheets of paper came out of the printer and I got to hold them, I felt my happiness expand tenfold. I was happy and excited enough before, but when I held those papers in my hands, felt the heft, saw the type on a real document, I almost cried. This must be what it's like for a new mother and a newborn child. I saw the beloved words, the six months I have put into this work, all there. Real. My baby book.
And on the last page, this: