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My process Part 1

I decided at the end of 2007, that I would make my writing hobby into career. I tried the traditional route for a career. I went to college after high school because it was expected of me. I chose a major, packed my bags (and party clothes) and set up shop at NC Central University. I had no desire to go to college and it showed! My first semester my GPA was a 1.9! No one told me I would actually have to do work while there!

I became pregnant with my daughter in the winter of 2001, I was a sophomore who still barely went to class. The life growing inside of me changed so many things for me. I knew I had to be more than the cute chic at every good party. I got focused, changed my major and got rid of some friends. In July 2002, I gave birth to my beautiful daughter. I thought I made a huge transformation before her birth; that was nothing compared to what was to come. . .

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Our college stories are very similar minus the pregnancy. Good luck with your writing. Are you sending in samples anywhere?

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