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She laughed and said : “A book of course. It's my novel , the missing king', you think you are the only one who writes books.” I took it from the desk and began to glance through it. Now it was clear to me that this girl is pretty talented. I loved her style of writing but I was surprised that someone would spend so much time writing such a huge book. “Don't you have a laptop?. You should have typed this rather than wasting those ink” “I do but I prefer to write it down, it kind of makes me feel connected to the work. And I have the soft copy, in case you are worried. It is a 45 thousand words plus book”

Jenna rushed over with jealousy burning in her eyes, clearly ready to hit me. I managed to dodge her, and the anger festering within me for two lifetimes immediately erupted. "You claim to have written this novel, but you have no proof!" That was when I opened my laptop. "I started writing this novel two years ago. I drafted an outline of the story arc and characters all in this laptop. The time stamp on the documents are clearly marked as well. This is—"

I never thought that my silly literary dream will be started by this suicidal mind of mine. ‘How do I go with the title? Hmm.’ ‘Oh! a laptop? Are you not using this?’ ‘Thank you, Rose. I guess my month here will be purely about writing this book.’ ‘Title? Let’s see.’ ‘I got it!’ I flipped open the laptop that she provided me and looked for the MS Word application. My fingers caressed the laptop keys in preparation and pressed the letters SEX IS YOU.

Selena sat in front of her MacBook, typing furiously as she continued writing her latest mystery novel. She had always been passionate about writing ever since she was a little girl and had often imagined herself as a famous author in her own right. The book she was currently working on was a murder mystery set in a small town in Maine. The protagonist was a young detective named Lily who was trying to solve the mysterious murder of a wealthy businessman. As Selena wrote, her imagination ran wild, crafting plot twists and cliffhangers that would keep her readers on the edge of their seats.

She had been so bored on that day so she picked up one of Lia’s books and had the crazy idea that she could also write one when she finished reading the cliché book and decided to try her luck since she used to write stories in one little notebook she had when she was still a teenager. She had looked for the book and found a werewolf story idea she had written down and Alanna had helped her look for an online platform to write it on, Zinovels. The book had taken almost a year for her to finish writing it because of the chores she had to do around the house. The book didn’t do well because of her late updates but she couldn’t take it down because of a contract and she had never gone back to t

Most novelists struggle to have their debut novel published, but once published they often continue to be published, although very few become literary celebrities, thus gaining prestige or a considerable income from their work. Every novel worthy of the name is like another planet, whether large or small, which has its own laws just as it has its own flora and fauna. Thus, Faulkner's technique is certainly the best one with which to paint Faulkner's world, and Kafka's nightmare has produced its own myths that make it communicable. Benjamin Constant, Stendhal, Eugène Fromentin, Jacques Rivière, Radiguet, all used different techniques, took different liberties, and set themselves different tas

She's such a kind and hardworking editor who always understands me. Throughout writing this novel, I learned a lot about writing techniques and honing my writing style. I've learnt to ask myself if this chapter is good or bad, or if this story provides different topics and knowledge to readers because I'm not just writing this for fun; rather, I want readers to feel the thrill and get knowledge from my novel at the same time. I even found myself not sticking to the outline I created for this book, which other writers I met told me that was completely normal.

Olivia sat at her desk with the lamp glowing dim and the night pressing at the windows like a heavy curtain. Her fingers trembled over the keyboard. The cursor blinked at her, waiting. She had been writing for hours, maybe days, it all blurred. Words poured out of her like blood from an open wound. Her novel.

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

I heard someone say something that caught my attention, so I stopped typing and turned my head to look for the person who entered my room. When I noticed that it was the head housemaid, holding a glass of iced coffee that I requested a while ago, I smiled at her. “Thank you so much. You can just place it beside my laptop.” I looked at my laptop again and started typing. I was just working on the outline of my novel first so I could recall it if ever I had writer’s block. It would be easy for me to finish my novel, especially if I’m getting lazy sometimes to write. I always force myself to work and imagine sometimes which leads me not to be satisfied with my work and looks like I forced every