My book is no longer virtual or cyber. It's neither imaginary nor false, but in printed form it just became physical. Holding all that paper in my hands got me to thinking, not for the first time, what would have happened if I had lost it.
I went through three computers in the time it took me to write it, it's on every external storage device I own in one form or another, so there was little chance of it being completed blown away, yet I cringed at losing even one sentence. Funny since I eliminated 10,000 words, but that was deliberate.
Of all the things I have to lose, the one thing I would have saved in an emergency evacuation was my zippy drive. Seriously, how demented is that?
Well, last night I finally finished printing it. Now I could touch it. I don't know, it just felt like there should have been a drum roll.