Publishing

I want very badly to be a printer-publisher. (Note the dash, which is not a slash.) Ever hesitant to jump into things unprepared, I have been looking at different programs. There's a two-year program at SAIT which would put me in good stead ... but so expensive and TWO YEARS ...
I can see it though. Can't you? A slowly-built, beautiful little shop of equipment: a Vandercook proofing press, maybe something a little bigger too eventually. Book presses and type cases and a scary but efficient guillotine that we'd only turn on when we had to. Big windows with shutters set in cedar shakes, salt air and wildflowers outside. There would be the smells of ink and paper and glue and coffee. And this would all be within driving distance of a city, just a small city, but a city with life and culture and dreams. And AUTHORS would come to me, beautiful brilliant authors with wonderful worlds in their minds and words to share, and I get to be part of it, even though I haven't been through the trial of fire called learning to write. I want this life, and I know that I can have it. I just have to somehow make that first big step. And not be sick anymore. And make my mind stay inside my body. Somehow.