Blog Turned Into A Book Novels & Stories

“Not in a magazine. As a book.” I sat in her office chair and let the word settle. Book. The blog posts that started at 2 AM on a dorm room floor. The anonymous confessions about forbidden desire that ten thousand strangers read and shared and said this is the most honest thing I’ve ever felt. The investigation chapters. The separation chapters. The kitchen floor chapters. All of it – the whole sprawling, devastating, filthy, honest mess of it – and a woman with thirty years of editorial precision was telling me it had a spine. I brought the first chapter to Rhys that night. His apartment. The mattress he’d finally put on an actual bed frame because I’d refused to sleep on a floor mattress m

"Bollocks. Every job you've had has been on someone else's schedule. As to deadlines, how hard can it be to take what you've already written and turn it into a book? Not All Who Wander is well-written, engaging, and personal. You're a talented writer." On her better days, Kennedy could admit that. But it was one thing having her little travel blog, with its admittedly solid online following, be read and commented on via the anonymity of the internet. It was a whole other animal turning that into a book that lots of people could read. Or not read, as the case might be. That was opening herself up to a level of failure she didn't even want to contemplate. "She's offered to fly me to New York t

But that was better for him than giving Carter free rein, since he may be able to minimize the number of victims along the road. Finn turned to go, saying, "Fine." "But from now on, please keep your fucking hands off my blog and my F******k page." "Anything you say," Carter answered. Finn had hardly gotten started when he immediately regretted choosing to participate in this charade. Finn proceeded to his personal workspace and took a seat behind his desk. Though it was only a pastime for others, blogging had evolved into Finn's full-time career. He had entered the digital content market early, with magazines making way for other media. Finn's blog, Like, began as a way for him to support ot

"Turning a passion into something that reaches so many people and now into a book, takes a lot of dedication. You must be quite proud of that, Vivienne." Vivienne was feeling slightly bashful under the attention but also genuinely pleased, nodded. "It's been quite a journey," she admitted. "I never imagined my little corner of the internet would grow into something this significant. I also found it rather unbelievable when the publishing company contacted me. When I started my journey, I didn't expect it to turn into something like this. I also didn't think that people even read travelogue books anymore."

Your opinions were like gold and I am so grateful for each and every one of you. To all the readers and bloggers: I am honored and thrilled to share my first solo book with you and I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. To Beth Rustenhaven, my fellow TIB girl and pimp: Your never-ending support and willingness to help in any way with blog tours, cover reveals, even making posters and bookmarks has been incredible and saying, "thank you" just isn't enough. I love ya, chick. To Paige Weaver: Thank you for brainstorming with me through several lunches, not to mention the copious amounts of back and forth texts. You were a beacon of light when I needed guidance and reassurance and I

I also found your archived blog posts and your narrative voice really struck me. Have you ever considered turning your blog into a full length memoir? We’d love to speak with you further. Warm regards, L. Tansey IndieSeed Press Ryan stared at the screen for so long that the monitor dimmed. He wasn’t sure if he was shaking. He reread the email six times. A memoir? His trauma… published? He didn’t know how to feel. Daniel knocked, then let himself in holding a sandwich and a hoodie. “You’re stress hungry,” he said, tossing the hoodie to Ryan. “Eat.”

Good day, my darlings! Today is a good day because I’ve finally completed Bullied By The Alpha Prince. Oh, the tears, the excitement, and of course, the little bits of sadness. Thank you so much for sticking with me. My updates became chaotic due to my schedule, yet a lot of you stuck it through. A lot of you questioned the process, and a few even questioned me as the author, but they still stuck it through. Thank you so much. This book was my first non-exclusive, that is the first book I was allowed to post on multiple apps, and it’s insane how much had changed since I began this book.

"No, that was a long time ago." "Aww, that's too bad." She said as she let out a sigh. "Jay and Abby really seemed like endgame." "Yeah." I felt the edge of my lip tug up a bit. "Okay, moving on." She said as she took a quick look at her iPad. "You recently published your new book, Dear Lucas. I had a really great time reading it although it was quite different from your first book." "Uh, yeah." I nodded. "I didn't really know much about BPD until I read it." She said again. "It was kind of sad."

“Elise told me. Oh my God, Alina — this is it. You’re doing it.” Alina smiled. “We’re doing it. You’re part of this too.” “Still,” Sophie said, laughing. “You’re the one brave enough to write it down.” When the book was released that fall, it didn’t explode across headlines. It wasn’t a bestseller overnight. But something quieter — and more meaningful — happened instead. Letters began to arrive. Dozens of them. Then hundreds. Women, men, teenagers — people who had lived through their own storms — wrote to say thank you.

it was uploaded 2 hours ago and there were almost 3 million comments so far. there was a notification on my profile page so i clicked it. Then I clicked on the link to watch the video again. As I watched it one last time, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I could hear my heartbeat. It wasn't a big deal to start an online book. it didn't require any major investment on my part. it's just an effort to let my readers see that my books aren't a joke. that they might not be. that they might turn out well.