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Send me your recommendations. While I perform my edits (which should take a few weeks, though I’ll try to be fast), I’ll be brushing up on my drawing and painting skills and creating art around the characters of the novel itself. If you want to check out my progress in this regard, follow me on TikTok - I’ll be showcasing digital artwork through there. Just look me up via my name - CeritusOrbis. Give me a follow and all that. But what about afterwards, you might ask…

Everything still vivid in my mind but already starting to fade away slowly. This time I dreamed about a bright eyed girl named Moira. Moira’s character was powerful. She pulled the strings in most situations and always got her way. Oh, she was tough alright, and I envied her. She was everything I wanted to be. Strong, fearless – a fixer. People would hire her if they had a problem – anything at all – and she would get the job done, no matter what it took. I dreamed about her a lot and most of my writing had come from the adventure dreams she took me on. There were others too, but none dominated my dreams like Moira did. She was the girl in my dreams. There was only one problem. The girl in m

He seemed interested. “A writer, maybe?” I grinned. He chuckled lightly. “I've read a lot of books and it's given me this hunger to write mine. I wanna create characters and weave their perfect worlds…” “Right. Are your male characters gonna be hot, sexy, and macho? Are they gonna be as obsessive as me?” “No…” “No?” He scoffed between smiles. “Girl, you better make me the muse for those male characters or they're gonna come out all stale and sloppy.”

PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...°

He seemed interested. “A writer, maybe?” I grinned. He chuckled lightly. “I've read a lot of books and it's given me this hunger to write mine. I wanna create characters and weave their perfect worlds…” “Right. Are your male characters gonna be hot, sexy, and macho? Are they gonna be as obsessive as me?” “No…” “No?” He scoffed between smiles. “Girl, you better make me the muse for those male characters or they're gonna come out all stale and sloppy.”

obviously, I thought about Tom again. “Just don’t name him “Bob”! LOL” “Thank you DarkGrey, I won’t.” I smiled for the first time that day. Picturing my ML with Tom’s looks and the name “Bob” made me laugh for a longer while. Then suddenly, I found my way around and named my character “Troy”. It still sounded alike my neighbor’s name, but it was the best I could think of that very moment. I ended the chat and put some finishing touches on the first three chapters of my story. Two hours later I published my work online.

I pouted, trying on my puppy dog eyes even though I knew I looked really ridiculous and she was never going to fall for that trick,especially from me. " No amount of stupid puppy dog eyes is going to make me cave, " She said, her mind already made up. "Okay but can you at least tell me what you're writing about?" " I'm writing about so many things, I can't single it out because the topic is very broad," Replied Charli, still in a grumpy mood. " There's no, er,....definitive response to the probing questions that you keep asking me."

A father as terrifying as Baba, a mother as cowardly as Mama, and a sister as sweet as Cara. A tear slipped from the corner of her eyes as she wrote down the characters’ goals. She only wanted one thing, maybe two. Taking a deep breath, she tapped a key on her keyboard. This was her story, and she would write herself a happy ending. Hana wrote until her fingers went numb. But somehow, she couldn’t get herself to stop. It was so easy to picture every scene and change the settings from contemporary to fantasy. To watch Kyle, a dragon rider in her story, burn down the men who tried to harm her with his dragon. She named it K.