This is a photo of me doing final edits on the printer's Galley proof of my novel CHEMO: How I Learned to Kill. I've been excited about the process, but for some reason as I worked it didn't feel real. But then I switched the font to Garamond and spent three hours trying to wrangle Crop Marks and it hit me: people paid me to publish my book. I'll be able to hold and touch and smell my book.
I'm not sure I'll ever stop smiling.
P.S. I now treat the phrase 'Crop Marks' as a very offensive curse because seriously, fuck you Crop Marks.