Twenty folded pages of paper. A spool of waxed thread. A rounded needle. Two cardboard covers. A ruler. These were the technologies I had for composing as part of a National Endowment for the Humanities summer institute I was invited to join, called The Book: Material Histories and Digital Futures. Along with a group of twenty other scholars from across the nation, we engaged in regular “making” workshops where we would pick up that thread and those papers to experiment with creating new book forms. And every single time we would begin, a wave of dread washed over me.