I write slowly, too!  I was feeling so slow about the story I've been working on for a while, that I made the font size huge! :D:D:D Now it's about ten pages long.  It may be easier to get a story published as an adult.  Not many kids can, unless the story is REALLY good.  Be careful posting it!  I seem to be the only one worried about people stealing ideas!!!!!  Ugh.......  Don't get upset if somebuggy steals it!! :P Are you in some sort of writing class?  I am, and my teacher will grade anything we do!

Here's an excerpt.  Sorry if there's stuff that's misspelled, I am NOT good at spelling, and I'm usually rescued by my "spell checker", but it stopped working a month or so ago.  It's probably thinking I over-worked it or something.  Anyway, here it is (sorry it's so long!):

Chapter One

Autumn 1892

In a small blue cottage, on a cliff by the sea, lived a fisherman with his wife and two daughters.  They were the only people living in the small Merrifish Cove, with the exception of an old hermit named Jonathan Kole.  The eldest daughter, Corianna, was the only person he would trust enough to have a conversation with, although it was more often she who would do the talking while he whittled small driftwood dolls for her father to sell at the market in Applecove village.  

When her mother sent her out to find her sister for supper, Corianna usually found Oriole on the high bluffs building drift wood houses for her dolls, or on the shore searching for clams to eat.  Clams were their favorite food, aside from the occasional peppermint sticks that their father, Peter, brought home from Applecove.

Corianna, like her mother, had soft brown hair, and dark brown eyes.  When she walked, she always looked down, so as not to trip.  Often, while she was walking, she would spot little treasures, and she would put these in a small oak box that she kept hidden in the rafters of the house.  Only she and her sister knew where it was, and they never told each other’s secrets.  If you looked in the box, you would have found mostly mermaid’s tears, bits of driftwood, sea shells, and feathers.  But if you lifted out the false bottom, you would see all of her most precious secrets, that even Oriole had never seen.

Oriole, too, had brown hair, but her eyes where the color of the sea after a storm.  No one could think of where she had gotten them, for not a soul in their family had ever had eyes like hers.  She was an explorer.  It was not often that you would find her near the house.  Some days, it would take Corianna nearly an hour to find her, and by that time, supper would already be cold, and her mother would be calling them from the door.  Oriole found things,  too; almost as often as her sister found small things, she found big things.  Usually they were things that were too heavy for her to drag back to the house alone, so she would come running to the house, and Corianna would have to help her carry some huge log that she could see no purpose for. 

No need to worry, Lauren! I'm sure you'll get your story done eventually. I've been working on mine since the beginning of the school year, and I only have 4 pages! Oh, and also, if you do want to get it published, I have a Non-Cricket/Inkwell friend who did get her book published through a self-publishing company. If you want I can ask her the name of the company next time I see her.

OK, I really, REALLY want to know if my story is terrible!!!!  So far, all that people have written about is how I said I write slowly!!!!!  Please, if it's awful, I'd rather have you tell me!!!  It's much better than avoiding the question!!!! PLEASE!!!  I'm desperate!!! I don't even mind if you don't like it!!!!  Just tell me.