Everything is done.
Nothing can be changed.
My books are both in the printing press right now:
We went to check out the whole process the other day:
I was surprised to find out that parts of the printing company’s hallways had a sort of “youthful” flavor to them:
Which was a good thing I guess.
People who enjoy pretty things should be good at making books right?
They took us to the area where they stored their MASSIVE amounts of paper:
But that wasn’t enough for them at all. They were always getting more:
Apparently, a 600kg roll of paper doesn’t last them very long when the machines are running at top speed:
I didn’t understand much of what was going on, but it was all very exciting. Overwhelming even. So I was very happy when I found out that even in a printing company like this, with their huge equipment and all, they still have an inkjet standing around somewhere:
Anyway, after the first steps of the printing process are done, the book comes out like this:
Almost like a set of Siamese Twins, two freshly printed books are always connected to each other…
…only to become separated later:
This means that if you happen to get your hands on one of my books later on, you can be sure that somewhere out there, it has a twin.
I like that thought very much.
They were printing my book covers today…
…in a press that was about as big as the apartment I live in, and which took a bunch of people to operate:
It was all very complicated and awesome, with different sets of printing plates…
…and shiny things that looked so pretty I wanted to touch them:
But of course I didn’t.
When the prints finally came out of the belly of that epic machine, I felt weird:
In fact, I felt a bit like an impostor. How could all these people go through so much trouble, just to publish my books?
Here’s a video of that wonderful day: