The Printer's Honest Critique

Finished my novel after three years. Pressed print. Watched 400 pages emerge.

Held the stack. Felt the weight. This was it. My legacy.

Flipped through it.

300 pages were blank.

Printer's out of ink? No. Checked cartridge. Full.

Printed test page. Perfect black.

Printed novel again. 300 blank pages. Same ones.

My printer has opinions. And apparently, editorial standards.