Novel & Cerita Average Word Count For A Novel

This has been a story that has been five years in the making. This went from a five page 2000 word document that I wrote with the help of a few friends the a well over 40,000 word novel. At this point, I don't have anymore of the story written out. This is due to a career change that takes up most of my time. I hope to continue writing this story and I'm even thinking of a possible sequel, however the process will be much slower than planned.

The last thing she remembered was lying on his chest, hard and warm as the slow rise and fall of it lulled her to sleep. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you to my longtime readers who have been with me! I do want to remind new readers that I already have an update schedule in the story description. Also, word count determines chapter cost, 1 coin per 100 words. This means that my chapters, about 22-27 coins, are twice as long as the average chapter of other stories. I write between 7,000-11,000 words every week for this story, so this averages out to about equal to or more than other stories. It takes me 3-5 hours to write one chapter. As I cannot add more hours to my day, I will not update more often

I ask her. "Come look at my novel. You can read some chapters if you like," she said, giggling. I scanned her laptop and saw that she has almost 350 pages for her novel. That's a lot of words. "I would love to read some of it," I replied, feeling excited at the prospect of getting a glimpse into Max's creative mind. Max opened up her laptop and showed me the first few chapters of her novel. As I read through them, I was impressed by her writing style and the way she crafted her characters and their relationships.

Blurting out my feelings into words. And those nights...amazingly what pain could do. .... how I was able to create a 200 thousand word count novel within a short span of weeks I took a deep breath before handing out the hardcopy of my novel to the organizer of the writing contest. She smiled at me and wished me goodluck before I left the venue. That novel's personal function was to release my stress, pains and all those negativities that the situation brought me. It was unexpected and everything seems to be chasing time.

But sometimes, it's depressing to think I cant never be enough for this field. I leaned on my chair and stared at the ceiling as I clicked the last word of the draft. I don't know if I should continue this. I don't have a proper outline and I can only write a thousand words per chapter which is unusual of me because I usually write three to four thousand words per chapter. I just couldn't find the write words to exprss how I feel. Or maybe, no words could define the thoughts I want to substantiate.

The story had to feel genuine and I waited until I knew it was perfect and respectful enough to write. 2. I did not know how I was going to write it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be a poem, a 50 page book, a novel, or whatever. I knew I had a message I wanted to tell, but I wanted to make the story interesting as well. So I decided to turn it into a novella, because it was not too long and it was not too short. It was the perfect length for me to create my story.

I said, with my voice booming around the walls of the classroom. "You are all to write a novel, the word count should not be less than thirty. Take note. You have a month and few days to finish it all up, no lazinees and no slacking. Just see it as another type of nanowrimo. So by next month ending, I would be expecting ebooks novels in PDF format, all of it should be sent to my email" I turned around swiftly, to scribble my email on the whiteboard. "I will be awarding the overall best of it all. Good day class." I said, dismissing them with a wave of my hand. They all moved out of the clsss with different expressions on their faces.

Dear Reader, I really hope you enjoyed this 42-chapter story that spun for over three months on Goodnovel and sadly but gloriously it has come to an end. An end that I believe I delivered quite well, having penned the final words of this story. The idea to develop it actually began way back in 2017 when I was still in high school and I'm finally glad to have been able to craft it much to everybody's liking. I really do hope it coined a spot in your libraries and with all that said, don't forget to drop a comment, a vote and also share this story to your fellow readers.

He inspected it thoroughly before saying, "Veronica, I hope you mean what you say. I don't want to see you again." I understood how much he despised me. In the five years we had been married, he had never spared me a second glance. I glanced at that familiar silhouette waiting by the door and nodded slightly. This should be the last time. During my five years with Dean, I rarely acquired new things. The jewelry and clothes he bought remained untouched by me. After signing the divorce papers, I only took a bag with a few changes of clothes when I left. Now, I felt like a homeless person. After much deliberation, I finally dialed my brother, Fred Byrd's, number.

My table was just filled with files and even more files like an endless ocean of inked papers I had to read through. If I begin reading a novel as the same speed as the files I read every day, I might be able to complete a five-hundred-page novel in less than a day; yes, these were my realistic expectations. My desk was a scattered mess, and I couldn’t even find a place to keep my coffee on it.