It might be time to make another book. I have the motley collection of equipment at home and I have been fighting off a seemingly irrational desire to swing off the highway a couple of exits early and buy large sheets of paper at A. I. Friedman’s in Portchester.
Hesitation: desire to make books seems to be more about the container than the content. No material is screaming “Make a Book Out of Me!” The same problem applies to blank books for journaling and to media with its insatiable need for endless streams of content. There is some hesitation about bringing another non-digital object into an already too crowded world without a real good reason.