I always am horrified by the amount of paper I run through per book. After all, I publish mostly ebooks, no paper necessary.

Except there is.

I print a copy for my critique partners. I print a copy for me to review before I give it to my critique partners, and I print a copy while it’s at the editors to look over once more.

That’s at least 3 copies per book of double spaced lines. So that hundred page novella is 450 print pages.

To cut down on waste, I do print on both sides of the paper before disposing of it in the recycle bin, which to me is a good thing.

My printer hates it, and to show it’s displeasure it will spit out two or three blank pages, print one page on two pieces of paper or just jam and make me pay for being environmentally responsible.

Why does doing the right thing have to be so annoying sometimes?