I really do intend to stick to the plan I talked about… at some point. But not now, evidently.
The book-plough turned out to not work for paperbacks. The hot-glue on the spine dulled the plough’s blade after one book, and the distributor confirmed that it can definitely only work on paper. (I know this now, after I spent an hour this morning cutting through two sides of a single paperback, sweating over the thing like a Viking rowing in the bowels of a ship.)
So that’s… not good. It means I can’t produce my novels, which is kind of the point of this whole endeavour. So this morning, when it became apparent that this lovely-looking piece of romantic, historical bookbinding gear was not fit for my purposes, I went online and ordered a new guillotine — one that isn’t a Chinese knock-off like my previous one, but evidently has a laser indicator and… stuff.
Fingers crossed this will sort it. And the plough… I dunno. If I manage to sharpen the blade, it’ll be fine for the insides of blank hardcover books. Or it’ll just be a very big decoration.
Meanwhile, I got to play all afternoon yesterday and I’m almost finished my “keeping score” boardgame:
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