Last week, the girls, my step-mom and I hopped in Lexie and crawled along the ice-covered highway to FriesenPress in Altona, Manitoba to see Forever Julia fly off the presses!
Best Field Trip. Ever.
|Outstanding Work, Daughter!|
I did not do such an outstanding job.
Apparently it is 100% impossible to keep focused on note taking when you see your book chapters zoom by on a bigger than your 10-year-old roll of paper. See Exhibit A.
Therefore, notes were not in aplenty. One could say there was no unnecessary use of paper. Yes, or one could admit there were, in fact, exactly zero notes taken.
Instead see Exhibit B for my visual summary of the printing process.
The machine below is the Commander 240 and it prints, folds, slices, and dices your manuscript into book form. It is like the Slap Chop for writers.
It may possibly be more than one machine, linked together by some magical force similar to electricity, but I cannot be sure of that because I lost track of those details when I saw my Chapter 31; "Signs and boobs, and thigh-high boots. Oh my." - rush past me on that massive conveyor belt. (Plus, I had long since forgotten to take notes. See Exhibit A for a refresher.)
All I know for sure is when you look at this photo montage, you should begin at number 1 and finish at 7. I think.
The whole experience made me as wide-as-the-prairies, Manitoba proud. Yes, I went there. I referenced the prairies.
My thanks to FriesenPress. You are a class, Manitoban, act!