her dreams are now my dreams.
My mom, the offspring of a librarian and a photography hobbyist, loved creative writing.
In the 1970s, she wrote and illustrated a children's book .
Although she would periodically speak of her desire to send the book off to a publisher, after her death in 2002, we found the manuscript, curled and yellowed with age. I believe that her fear of rejection far outweighed her desire for publication.
A few years ago, I retyped her book on the computer and illustrated it using clip art that remained as true to the integrity of her original colored pencil illustrations as possible. I bound the reprint and sent a copy to each of my siblings for Christmas a few years back.
I am now considering sending it off to an actual publisher just to see what happens.
In the 1970s, she wrote and illustrated a children's book .
Although she would periodically speak of her desire to send the book off to a publisher, after her death in 2002, we found the manuscript, curled and yellowed with age. I believe that her fear of rejection far outweighed her desire for publication.
A few years ago, I retyped her book on the computer and illustrated it using clip art that remained as true to the integrity of her original colored pencil illustrations as possible. I bound the reprint and sent a copy to each of my siblings for Christmas a few years back.
I am now considering sending it off to an actual publisher just to see what happens.