tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68584761993631315802009-04-17T13:50:26.088-07:00Aspiring writer Grace Fox gives insight to the struggles of being an unpublished author and provides readers with samples of her work.Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032717773141859159noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858476199363131580.post-65347856342956047992009-04-17T13:47:00.001-07:002009-04-17T13:50:26.107-07:00

I've had a few requests on other sites to give Leah's birth story, so I'm posting here to make it easier to get to!On Friday, September 19th, I woke up just before 7:30 am. As I got up from my bed, I felt a gush, and instantly knew that my water had broken. It wasn’t a big gush, and since it was my first pregnancy, I doubted myself. I called my sister, who is also a doula, and she recommended

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"I'm about to collapse," I told him. "My body is just so tired!" My husband dutifully took our daughter from me and ordered me to bed. "Let me take her and you go sleep," he told me. I trudged back to the bedroom feeling relieved, but also feeling guilty. Wasn't it my job to take care of her? Am I a failure as a mother because I can't handle this stage of hers?You see, the last couple of

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Yes, I finally did give birth. It was long and not the birth I had planned, but now I have a beautiful daughter to hold in my arms, and despite the let-down I felt at having to birth at the hospital instead of the birth center, and having to be put on pitocin and eventually receiving an epidural when I wanted a meds-free birth--despite all that, I am glad she's come and it was totally worth it.

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So here I am, 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I am definitely looking forward to the birth of my daughter. Not only because I am looking forward to meeting her and holding her and all that good stuff, but also because, quite frankly, I'm a little tired of being pregnant. I'm sure there are other moms-to-be who feel the same, and that's why I'm not afraid to admit it. You see, about the middle

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Wow, is has been WAY too long since I've updated! I know, no one's really reading, but if someone happens to stumble upon this, I don't want them to think I'm a loser who doesn't blog anymore. So here is a little update of what I've been up to lately:I guess the biggest news is that I'm pregnant. This has accounted for my lack of posting, as I have been incredibly exhausted and my brain has

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It's a bit of an oxymoron for me. Or rather, I'm a bit of an oxymoron.You see, my cousin died today.No, not the one who lives with me. I'd be a bit more hysterical if she died.I wasn't very close to this cousin, but I came to the hospital to give support to my family. And while everyone around me was blurry-eyed, puffy-faced and holding each other, I just sat. I stared out the window. I watched

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I was trying to think of a title for a book that I recently finished. With most books, I can't think of a title until it's completely finished. Even without meaning to, I tend to develop themes--or rather, the stories themselves have a theme but I don't discover it until I've completed it. So... here goes. The book is the first in a series of mysteries, and I can't think of anything better to

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This is a long one, so brace yourself.I suppose this is a bit of a continuation of my last blog. I said I wanted to keep morals and spiritual insight in my writing, but there also needs to be a healthy balance.For the sake of being kind, I will leave names out, but I just finished reading a book that I have already read. I read it years ago--I was probably still in high school (I know, that

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My favorite author and mentor, Robin Hardy, has quite the sense of humor. I was looking over her site and found this. After having a good laugh at the parodies, the thought came to me: What if one of those books were mine?No, this isn't a sermon on why we shouldn't make fun of people online... though I'm sure that's an important topic that should probably be addressed.Ok, back to my point.It has

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Inspiration and a week off from work are two wonderful tools that allowed me to finish a book this week. It was an old story that I revamped and made mo' betta. It's a lot more interesting now. I even have a starting idea for a sequel. It needs a name, though, so if anyone would like to read it and let me know if you have a name for it, I'd appreciate that.Here's a few key points...Girl in

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Here is another sample of my writing. This is all me--no co-writers. Please comment! Let me know if this interests you. I can email you the chapters I have so far. This book is almost done, but I need help deciding how it should end. Comments are welcome!Alba, North of Britannia: 90 ADRígh Earnan of the Luirg tribe of Alba sat on his horse, waiting for his children to catch up. He looked

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I have always been a writer. Before I wanted it to be my career, I wrote for fun. My writing has matured (I hope!) from when I was a kid, and the struggles I deal with have also matured.For instance, it is nearly impossible for a writer to get signed onto a publishing company without already being published. This means paying for a POD (Publish On Demand) or going to lots of conferences, or

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Ok, so I know no one is looking at this, but I just wanted to write something. Since I don't really feel like using Word and I want to feel like maybe someday SOMEONE will read this, here goes.Fires have been raging for about four days now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, take a look at the news. Fires in San Diego have burned more than 500,000 acres, and nearly a million people have

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I'll try to only post a small portion at a time so it won't be overwhelming. Enjoy. Comment.The sun shone brightly through the small window, onto her pale face. She squinted, turning her head away from the bright light. Her green eyes surveyed the tiny area around her, searching for another place to sit—where the piercing rays would not blind her. Ceileah Maher’s appearance bespoke of her

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First it was email... then a Geocities site (yeah, remember those?), THEN my cousin made me a myspace. Now, a blog. I don't even blog on my myspace. But honestly, I'm here because my former drama director, now author, who made quite an impact on me in my youth, recently started a blog here. She asked that we (her readers) comment on her blog. I honestly wasn't sure how, so I just started clicking

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