First, I have to say, my (female) cousin is trying to get us to bust some guns…I’d actually listen to her, lol.
Rather than repost, and rehash some of my original posts, I thought to give an enlightened 2011 view of things. Currently, I am in the final personal revision stage (because I have some limited material, and some material to delete) and then it will go off to a professional editor, for the final edits.
Honestly, to carry on yesterday’s theme, Blue Lines is my child. I have never officially pushed my manuscript to be published, because I was not ready for my child/daughter/son to leave. However, Blue Lines, has been previously been delivered to and editor. Granted at that time, the only current copyright from my manuscript was for the original 21 page work, not that current version or any of the original artwork (that has since, been updated).
None-the-less, I will set the scene for the first foray in publishing for Blue Lines. It was in 2009, around the same time that the organization the Atlanta [#####] that I was working for hit their first major milestone.
Circa August/September 2009 over fresh sushi a Sam Adams and wine at Thrive ATL.
“What do you do in your free time, when you’re not working for the [#####], [#####], or consulting in Los Angeles for the [######],” she asked.
“I write,” I simply smiled.
“About,” she asked interested, because we were friends, I was willing to embellish to some point.
“Well, I’m working on four manuscripts, however, I’ve begun finalizing a manuscript I began in 1998.”
“What is it about,” she continued, genuinely interested. Continue reading