One of my goals for the book I'm currently printing was to give myself space and time to further experiment with printing calligraphy. I knew at the outset that meant that I wouldn't be able to precisely envision the final product, but because I have a lot to learn, that was my aim, pure and simple. It seemed like a wise and liberating approach: don't worry too much about the end result! Just try new things and learn! Well, it turns out that if you begin by setting and printing a 180 line poem plus a brief afterword and colophon -- all of which you're happy with -- and leave the experimenting for last, you have backed yourself into a tight little corner. I neglected in setting my goal for this project to remember how attached I become to something over time, how invested. Well-intentioned as I may have been, I admit now that enlightenment doesn't feel satisfying enough. I want to love the final product, too. Unfortunately, I am woefully behind schedule. Just today, I sent away for film negatives for my digital files, and we have three teensy weeks left in the semester. Three! I may not make it, I'm sad to say. Taking an Incomplete won't be the end of the world; I should be able to finish up in the weeks following the semester. But I have an unbound chapbook from last year that is still waiting for a binding and plenty of other projects lined up to boot, so I am hesitant to let this spill out into time I had reserved for other things. The bright side? I am learning. I am by no means quick about any of this, but I use Photoshop and Illustrator now with far more speed and understanding. I also feel much more confident about the actual printing process than I did last year at this time, especially with book projects that require consistent inking. I made some crazy decisions with my first book that I am so glad I did not repeat this time around. Growing pains, you know? But also enlightenment. So at least I can cross that off my list for the moment.