All the zine sewing and assembly is done, done, done.
This is what the pile of zines I’m bringing to the Festival of the Photocopier looks like.
There are still things to take care off like extra change, some signs (so no one who doesn’t want to speak has to ask me what my zines are about, etc), and other touches.
My anxiety is pretty crazy, and I’m not getting a lot of sleep. But the thing is, I know I’m not the only one. Wanderer will be with me all the way, and it would stink to do all this work and not go. Who needs sleep? Or calm nerves? HA.