I was waiting at a red light while running errands with the kids this afternoon when I got an e-mail from Lincoln Bookbindery letting me know my order was ready for pick-up. I hung a right and headed straight to the shop.
I was a wee bit excited. I decided a while ago that this book was a work of love intended for the kids’ eyes only, and then set to figuring out the best way to produce and preserve it for them. I found Lincoln Bookbindery during a late-night web search tangent, and they were a pleasure to work with.
When I walked in, owner Christopher Hohn gave me a wink and joked about how quickly I’d popped in after getting the notification e-mail. Then he handed me the three copies of the novel, and I had to fight simultaneous urges to skip and cry. “Suddenly” (after weeks of writing, months of rest, and weeks of revision) my manuscript was a real book. I told Chris I was hooked. “We’re enablers for bibliophiles,” he said.
I’m inclined to agree–I’m already thinking about the next project I can do with the wonderful shop. And Tedra’s blank books are so gorgeous, I’m looking for an excuse to order one.
A toast to fine craftsmanship and small businesses doing heartfelt work.