I've been dreaming about publishing this particular item for months.
I even posted on Instagram and told at the top of my lungs (to convince myself, perhaps?) that I was going to reveal it soon. I photographed it, edited the photos and could not help but to feel a small, constant dissatisfaction that consumed my desire to finally show the work I was so proud of.
In its digital format it was all I wanted and had envisioned: the colours, fonts, composition, size.
I loved it, beginning, middle and end.
The print arrived flawlessly.
Hard cover and glossy finish as I had imagined for a keepsake as special as this one.
However, although lovely, I wasn't satisfied 100%.
Confidence was there, 95% of what I wanted was there, but 5% of dissatisfaction was enough to make me step back and postpone, postpone and postpone launching this product.
Later on, the more I was analysing the finished product, the more unhappy I was.
The pagination looked fainted, the satin texture was not what I wanted after all and the photographic paper feel was driving me nuts.
It was missing the matt touch, decent margins, lovely casual book feeling to write on the go, year after year.
That's what I was looking for.