Ai Book Writing Novels & Stories

added Aiys. "I don't know, it's not certain either, there's no need to think about it," said Amel again. Aiys is a little annoyed, but Aiys is working on it anyway. Aiys stepped into the pile of books. Every book that wants to be picked up, is briefly examined through its cover. An hour and a half has passed, this is the twelfth generation of Aiys moving and composing this family legend book. Aiys decided to take a short break to sit down with the newspaper, Aiys leaned his head against the cupboard. It was as if the wardrobe was ready to accept all the outpouring of her heart. Only a few more generations, let's be excited. Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move.

I don't say this to brag, although my kids are awesome, but to let you know I am a real person with a real life outside of this app. I write during free moments each and every day. Most days I can produce word count that is worthy of posting as a chapter. Right now, I do have days where we are running from 5am to 10pm with barely time to eat. On those days and in those moments, I choose my family and my health over posting a mediocre chapter. I don't want to miss anything in my kid's lives and I know I have an obligation here too. I don't use AI to write, the words are mine and typed out the old fashioned way, with my own two hands. ;)

After rifling through the pages of ‘A short guide for impactful writing’, I reach out for the fourth one, cursing unique obscenities under my breath. I flip through it absently like the previous one and search for the significant content that could help me draft my own. ‘It won’t help you, you know.’ Sierra rolled her eyes at me. ‘Yeah! It’s not the title I am looking for. There are just too many of them.’ ‘I wasn’t talking about the book, Lizzy. I am talking about Alpha Ibhaan. It won’t help you. In fact, you’d be only more exhausted.’

"But I'm amateur for that, Alina. I'm not used to techniques yet." "Techniques?" I blocked the canteen noise, filled with the students filling in. Stealing a glance, I realized they were B.COM. Students. Kabir must be coming. "I don't believe in techniques. It's a book, not a machine." She gave me an odd stare. "It's very close to me, okay? My first book and I trust you. Your English is good, and I can't edit my own book. I suck at finding my grammatical mistakes, and if I sent an unedited book to publishers, I'll only end up getting rejected."