I relied on an outside copy service for my first ten years as a full time writer. I didn’t really think I needed my own copier — I only averaged 30-50 copies per week, and that only meant a trip or two to my local copy shop.
Then about a year ago my wife Meredith received a small Canon Personal Copier as a present, and we suddenly found dozens of new ways to use it: Meredith used it for her archeology research. I brought my “to copy” file home each night. Our daughter Adrienne made copies of her notes for her friends at school. And friends began dropping over regularly “to use your copy machine.” It was small, convenient, and quite nice to have around. I once overheard
