Take yesterday, for instance. Out of the blue, I wondered if I should do a library mailing for my upcoming large-print release. I have to tell you, if Mary Fairchild hadn't written to the publisher and complained about the original cover, this would not have happened. But the cover was changed, and it's cute and fun and I found myself at the old keyboard putting together a postcard and ordering it. It was a real pain in the butt when it came to the backside, and I had to fiddle with it for at least 45 minutes, but in the end, it came out the way I wanted and I hit the send button.
(I also printed out hundreds of address labels for when the postcards come.)
It shouldn't surprise me that I enjoy packaging up bookmarks and printing labels. The jobs I've enjoyed the most over the years included a lot of nit-picky work. There's a certain satisfaction felt at the end of the day when you can look at something and say, "look what you accomplished."
Ever feel that way?