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Writing a book in a month or less

Hi everyone & Happy New Year!

I’m doing something a little bit different. I’m going to be writing a novel in a month or less. Writing the book in a month isn’t difficult for me, but for my 12th book I will be sharing the whole process with everyone that joins my Google+ community. The community is called Uneducated Author Writes A Book.

I will be posting videos, documents, having hangouts, and more surrounding my process and progress towards this goal. There will also be a section for shameless promotion for all you authors. You can stop by and post books you’ve written or are writing or anything else that is writing related.

I really hope that you will join me! Uneducated Author Writes A Book.

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Cigarette Suicides PREVIEW

Cigarette Suicides is my 11th book. Here I’m sharing with you the first chapter. Links for the book are after this!

Cigarette Suicides

1: First Cigarette

            A cigarette was the only thing ever given to me. Wasn’t given a mother to hug or even a father to play ball with. Just a foster mother with a bad habit of overflowing her liver and mixing medicines.

Miss Foster Mama was old. She must’ve been pushing 60 plus. She had been a looker in her youth. Blonde hair with deep waves and sky blue eyes. A true southern bell, but she had move to the city where the action was.

Miss. Foster Mama had seen a lot of action and that had made her tougher than most, but also pass up marriage and child bearing.

I think that’s why she decided to be a foster parent. She could have kids without actually having to have them. She told us to call her Miss. Foster Mama. Partially because that’s who she was to us and names wouldn’t matter after we were truly adopted, but more so other people could know what service she was doing.

I believe in the beginning she really enjoyed it. She really wanted to care for the kids, but not every kid accepted her.

I could tell she was coming to the end of her fostering years. She didn’t move around as quick, but she would still put on an old song and swing her hips as well as have boys over for rounds of poker.

The kid who had been with her the longest would serve her and her friends during the poker game. The younger kids were always getting adopted, but as the years went by even the older ones started to get picked. I was still there.

It’s not like I sat there hanging my head over it. I knew why I wasn’t being picked. I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want to go to any old family. Unlike dogs I could speak when someone chose me from the pin.

So, my first night I was real nervous about serving and Miss Foster Mama liked to practice tough love. She came over to the table and I sat there not saying a word.

She eyed me. “You nervous about something, babe?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me.” She said flipping out her switch blade.

Oh, yeah. She carried a switchblade. She had one for each of her handbags. She never used them on the kids. It might have been a cruel joke, but it didn’t scare me. I still did what she said when she pulled it out. I wasn’t gonna be the first kid she used it on.

I told her I was nervous about being around her friends. She smiled at me while opening a bottle of Brandy. She poured a gulps worth in a small paper cup and handed it to me.

I frowned and pushed it back.

“I’ll open your mouth and pour it down.” She said sternly.

I grabbed the cup and drank it. I was eleven then.

The drink went straight to my head. When I saw her rather large male friends come in I was nervous again, but she shook me out of it with her scream.

Miss. Foster Mama liked to scream. I hated screaming especially hers and especially because the table was only 5 steps from the poker table.

After a couple drink orders I wasn’t nervous anymore. Foster Mama drank straight Brandy. Her friends liked either Brandy or Beer, but after a while they didn’t care what it was as long as it made them forget about losing money to Foster Mama.

It was three years later when Miss. Foster Mama had her first seizure. The boys had been too drunk to notice her having a seizure. I knew what was happening and I sprang into action. I ran to call for help, but Lee stopped me.

Lee was a regular at poker night and any other time of day. He wasn’t tall and his beer belly was obvious. He was always wearing jeans stained by dirt, paint and probably more. He’s shirt had the same stains. His face was dark with hair that was never combed and thinning.

Lee said Foster Mama would kill me if I had called the police. Ambulances were the chariots rich people took to the hospital. Foster Mama didn’t have the money for that.

He and I grabbed her up and put her in the back of his white van wrapped in blankets. I had started to get twitchy with nervousness as we came up to the emergency room. They wheeled her off and Lee and I sat in the waiting area.

Lee had made himself at home. Drinking a beer he brought and eating Cheetos from the vending machine. He tried to comfort me by patting my arm, but his fingers were covered in Cheeto dust instead he pounded my shoulder with his palm.

I wasn’t comfortable being in here and I seemed to be the only one that was worried about Miss. Foster Mama having a seizure. I went outside to get some air. It wasn’t cold, but I couldn’t stop shaking.

There was a nurse outside and she was clearly wondering what was wrong with me. I was trying to act normal because she was pretty. Light brown hair, deep green eyes and lots of dark eye liner in purple scrubs.

“You alright, man?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah.” I answered.

“Is that your family? That woman who had the seizure?”

I nodded not sure whether to tell her who she really was.

“She’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“That’s what they say, but I can’t seem to stop shaking.”

“Here take a drag.” She said holding out her cigarette.

I looked back at the door like Miss. Foster Mama would come out and scold me. “I don’t know.”

“Alright. I only say that cause it’ll help you calm down.” She said placing it back between her lips.

I watched the smoke flow out of her mouth. “Okay, I’ll take a drag.”

She passed it over to me. “Now, don’t go putting your lips all over it.”

I was confused, but I took it and inhaled quickly. I bent forward coughing.

“Slowly, man.” She said concerned.

I inhaled again and let the smoke flow out. I took it in one more time before passing it back.  I did feel calmer. Maybe it was because I focused all my thoughts on the smoke.

She finished it and turned back to go inside. I could see her from the corner of my eye stop. She opened her pack and reached to get another cigarette. “Here.” She said. “You need this. Take it as a gift from the hospital. Here’s my lighter. Just leave it on the side of the ashtray. I’ll get it on my next break.”

“Really?”

“They might not be good for you, but I’ve learned that most things that help you through a tough time aren’t always the best for you.” She winked.

I smiled.

“Enjoy it. You’ll be out of here soon.”

“Thanks.”

I wanted to savor it like the last piece of candy, but I also wanted to keep it like a sports memorabilia all locked up in a case. I was still shaky and when else would I get to smoke a cigarette.

I smoked it slow as I continuously peeked over my shoulder to see if Lee was coming. I finished up, but realized I reeked of smoke. I decided if anything to tell the truth in hopes someone would buy me more.

The next morning, Miss. Foster Mama could smell the smoke and she pulled me in by the collar. “There won’t be anymore smoking cause I ain’t coming back to this place again, so don’t get anxiety over me.”

I pulled away and nodded.

I never say I can see the future, but I know Miss. Foster Mama hadn’t seen the next two years the way they played out.

Every couple of months she was in the hospital for something which meant Lee gave me a cigarette for each time she there.

At the end of the year the state cut back on the amount of kids that stayed at her house. Soon after she died.

Silly Lee had suggested I stay with him, but neither Miss. Foster Mama nor I wanted that to happen. Miss. Foster Mama’s Will had included me. I was happy to be included in her Will. I hadn’t loved her and I hadn’t come to think of her as anything close to a mom. Just a more caring dictating ruler.

I think had I been one of her first kids at the beginning the bond would have been better, but there was still a small string of bonding.

Miss. Foster Mama’s Will stated that I was not a state kid. She said I was a part of her family and I was to go stay with her younger brother Papy.

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Planning Your Book & Pre Ordering Mine

Two things I want to address!

1. I will be starting my three part blog on how I plan my books soon. I’m not exactly how soon, but I want you to know that I’m working on those blogs.

I want to make sure that I say the right things and don’t confuse anyone. In my mind I understand how I plan and it makes writing books a breeze. I want to

share that with you guys.

2. My TENTH book Vox Academy is available now for pre order. There are two packages and with both packages you will receive the book before the November release date.

You can check that out on www.voxacademyseries.com as well as checking the link to a free copy of the first book in the Vox Academy series!

-ELLIE GRACE

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Vox Academy Complete Series Cover Released!

BAM! THERE IT IS! This is cover for Vox Academy the complete series. This book will have volume 1-4. You can read volume one for free https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/130071 

Also, PRE ORDERS HAVE STARTED FOR THE COMPLETE SERIES! www.voxacademyseries.com

FIRST 25 WILL BE SIGNED!

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Grime Diary: The American Interpretation OUT NOW!

My new book, Grime Diary: The American Interpretation is OUT NOW! Download the book today! Click here!

Cover design by Ellie Grace

Grime Diary is a short novel that explores the Grime scene and the music from an American perspective.

ALSO ALSO ALSO….I need people to read & then leave honest reviews of the book.

There is no contract to this or giveaways. The ebook is free and the review you give is just an honest opinion for other readers who may what to read it.

I would really appreciate the support. Thank you! Also, if you don’t want to review it, that’s totally fine. Just read & enjoy!

Download the book here      Click to be redirected to the ebook page!

Thank you so much!

@eeemazing

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One liner

The name of my new book is Vox Academy: Volume One. I thought I’d share my one liner. Vox Academy, where your mouth is your weapon, your voice is the bullet and encryption is the killer.

Don’t you just want to run out and buy a copy? Of course you do. 2012!

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The Revival

Hello everyone,
I’m in bed right now thinking about the possibilities for this blog. (Sidenote: I just realized that possibilities is loaded with the letter I) Back to the purpose of this blog post. I always think about my blog and how I have nothing to say here, but I’m working on an amazing new book which I’d like to share with you. I’ll be posting every day about the story, progress and other news dealing with this book. I downloaded the WordPress app to my phone, so there is no excuse for me not to drop a line. Goodnight!

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The Designer!

KINDLE THIS BOOKKKKK >>>>http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0055IMMYY

Picture this. You’re 18 about to go to college to study something your father wants you to study and the weekend before you leave you get the opportunity to make money doing what you love. You would go for what you love, right? I know I would. Tyler James is given the opportunity that could change his life. A celebrity wants him to design for her. This would be fine with his father if she wasn’t actually a he, and the clothes his straight son designed weren’t going to a gay man. With his mom’s sneaky help he is able to jump into the dragulous fashion world to try to make a name for himself before his father tries to pull him out.

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Be A Character

So many times when I tell people that I am writer and that I write books they’ll say you should make me a character in your next book. At first I laughed at this, but as the number of people who said this grew and the amount of people that kept repeating that they wanted to be a character in my book didn’t stop. I started to get a little annoyed. I don’t think annoyed is the right word, but it fits. I’m fine with people that joke about being in my book, but for those people that think I should seriously put them in a book I always ask why?  Why are you such a special person that a character should be based off of you? I don’t mean this in a mean way, but many of these people are very basic people. They live and breathe and they don’t do anything really worth a story. Everyone says that people like to read stories they can relate to. I am sure a lot of people could relate to these normal people, but in my writing I don’t like to be normal. I love a good twist and excitement. I have meet plenty of interesting people that have made their way into my stories. I love putting people I have met into my stories, I love that, but there has to be a reason why someone would want to read about you. I feel so mean because I am telling people that no one wants to read about their lives. I love you normal people, but I can’t write about you. But if you’ve got a unique personality, you’re a totally interesting person, you want a story written about you or have a story that could be inspiring I’d love to write it. kill my twitter with tweets. @egpubs. I am always writing. It takes me like a week to write a novel size book. I could do a little ghost writing.

Anyways, enjoy your weekend, if you’re in NOVA or DC it’s DC’s fashion week! It’s coming to an enddd!

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