Showerthought: a week of perfect text blocks ruined my usual speed, and now I can't decide if slow is actually better
Two weeks back I bound six copies of a local history book for the town library in Elgin, and every single text block came off the bench square, no tapping, no re-gluing, done in three days flat. Then last week I did one rebind of a 1930s family Bible and spent six hours fixing a spine I had rushed, and it turned out better than anything from that fast batch. So now I keep going back and forth: is it worth slowing down on every book to protect the good ones, or do you accept that a few duds are just the cost of getting jobs out the door? Curious where the rest of you land on this.
The part about "a few duds are just the cost of getting jobs out the door" is what gets me, because I read a thing a while back about how a potter told his teacher he wanted to make perfect pots and the teacher said the A students would get graded on one great pot and the B students on how many they made. The B students ended up with better pots anyway since they learned from all their messed up ones. So maybe the six hour Bible wasn't wasted, it was just the one where you actually learned something the fast batch couldn't teach you.