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I actually began the following short story, with the intention of being used in what I had planned to release last week as a short story blog for Blue Lines. It was set in New York reuniting with a treasured friend, while unexpectedly receiving confirmation that my submitted manuscript would be published. While sitting in a Henry county Starbucks, I’m at a coffee house called Octane right currently, I began the short story but had not yet had too much substance before I left.
I believe that the random story thought, led me to inquire about my manuscript, and now that it is not in publishing shape, I get to crack open the manuscript that has been untouched since September 8th , 2009. Well here you go readers while I start my renewed process by creating an outline of my story.
So I am trying to immerse myself back into the period of the manuscript (1997-1998), go back to old pictures and look at clothing, listen to my music, remember a life without cell phones and social networking, and all the access that we have now. It almost seems fitting that I work on a college campus now. I can now sit back and listen to the silly conversations that likely mirror the things people spoke about during those times.
Authenticity…
Then, after adjusting the work accordingly, my next step once I create a better and fluid version Blue Lines 2.0, is to have the manuscript professionally edited and then renew my shopping process.
My Goal: I want Blue Lines to be one of the greatest books ever published.
I’m so ready…there is more to come…with that said…here is what I started.

Sitting comfortably in Mt Vernon, New York, although my travel plans out to California had been adjusted at the last moment, I tried to capture the moment and feel of the city, well New York, a city that at times was both home and foreign.

“oh no, you don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit.”

“Hide and Seek,” by Imogen Heap slowly ended as I tried to return my focus on jotting some notes in the early process of manuscript ideas. “Weeping Rock, Rock,” by Múm began to play on my iPod, and I was oblivious to the notification that I had a new personal e-mail. “Maybe my next manuscript will be based in New York,” I whispered aloud. I thought upon how my first manuscript, was based on characters from California and Georgia, and took place in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. My second unfinished manuscript really had no home, while my third was based in Chicago and my forth in Japan. It only seemed fitting, as I thought to refill my coffee.
“Venti bold, add shot, two pumps Cinnamon Dolce, two pumps vanilla,” I ordered stealing glances to make sure that my items were left untouched at the unmanned table. “Thank you,” I replied as I moved from the counter and waited for my staple.
“Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn,” the ringtone began as I muted it quickly and answered as if I were in a library.
“What’s up,” I asked slowly recollecting my thoughts that had begun to drift. “You still coming,” I continued.
“Yeah,” was her reply, I’m almost at the station on Metro North,” one of my best friends replied. Albeit later than expected, I was pleased to have the chance to reconnect in person with her. Yes, I thought, we speak just about every night about anything, but have not seen each other since at least 2000. “Wow,” I exclaimed, “it has really been that long?”
I was up in New York, I believe for an elected trip to my aunt’s for Thanksgiving. It also allowed me to review the film, Requiem For Dream, which was not playing in Atlanta, for a website that I was writing for.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman KLW, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.