There’s nothing quite like the moment when you press PRINT at the end of a first draft. It means that for a while there’s nothing to be done with that particular piece, be it short or mammoth, the product of weeks or months or days (that would be nice). No changes. No quandaries to resolve. No spotting of spelling, punctuation or formatting errors. It means a leisurely cup of tea and a quiet read are the order of the day. I usually relax for an unwarranted length of time and then realise, as I go to fetch the freshly inked pages, that the printer has been flashing its low-ink warning and has refused to even try, or a paper jam happened as the first two leaves struggled to get out to experience the open air for the first time, two hours before. Who cares? Time, after a difficult task is completed, becomes an altogether less urgent issue.
And it’s a good job too, because as predicted, the paper tray wasn’t aligned correctly and only three pages made it out. I’ve sorted the problem, so there’s only one thing for it – more tea.