Fat Stack

I think almost any writer would feel the same. I'm not really talking about money, but more of feeling that fatty stack of papers that is the first draft of a manuscript. That magnificent pile on the side of your desk, always attempting to be pushed over as you set down the next page. It's easy for me to dream about it, since I currently own two typewriters, so I can see the physical manifestation of the accumulated writing. I think you can have it as a word document, as you look down at the page count, and see the number getting closer to what you wanted. It'd be so rewarding to place that last page, and rest your hands on it, knowing that you're done, for the time being, writing. It'd also be a little traumatizing sending it in for the first time, I'd guess. It'd be like your kid going to school by themselves for the first time, or trying to cook with a crock pot while you're not home. There'd be a lot of uncertainty and worry, but by the end of the day, it'd work out. Most of the time.