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AMELIA POV The coffee is still hot when I settle onto the back porch at seven AM. Two weeks in Clearwater, and I’ve fallen into a rhythm. Morning coffee while watching the garden wake up. Handle Apex emails between seven-thirty and eight. Respond to clients. Review timelines. By nine, this particular morning, the work emails are done. That’s when I opened the other document. I’m writing a novel. The words started pouring out five days ago. I’d finished my work early and found myself staring at a blank document.

Not an official Council document with formal headers and coalition seals, but something written in the first person that sounded like what it actually was, one person trying to reach another before a situation became irreparable. I wrote six drafts. The first was too formal. The second overcorrected into something that read as pleading. The third was good but too long, losing the directness that the situation required. The fourth and fifth were variations on the third. The sixth, which I wrote at eleven at night while Lyanna slept and the house was quiet, finally had the quality I was looking for.

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I don't know what he's about to say to even ask me for a promise. 'Is it really that horrible?' 'No, is it bad? What is it?' Looking back at the novel, No. Thinking about the novel plot won't help me at all. After all, this is still before the novel starts and some scenes are no longer the same as the original plot so there's no point in remembering the original plot at this point. Still waiting, finally he opened his mouth Again, my heart pounded hard. But then, instead of coming directly into the matter,

I will love to know which characters are your favorite. This story is the first draft and will surely be revised and edited. Thank you once again.

Read to find out! The Hunt was my first full novel, and my first attempt writing something longer than a few hundred words, so your feedback is invaluable. I would love to know what you thought and where things can be improved! This is my second draft - the first draft only had 120K words but there were so many more details I wanted to share. I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Stay safe! Much love - Michelle

she said. Then she went back inside. I sat in my car for ten minutes staring at the street. Then I drove home, sat at the kitchen table with a legal pad, and started writing. The first draft took forty minutes and was completely wrong. It had too much explanation. Every paragraph trying to get ahead of her reaction, building a case instead of telling a story. I read it back and heard a lawyer, not a husband so I tore it out. The second was worse. Defensive in a way that made me sound like I was still hiding something even while claiming to confess everything.

She asked and remarked, making me giggle. "No, I'm still in the middle. Well, I guess. I don't actually know how long this will go. I just realized I'm a damn pantser, Mom. The plot keeps changing. I didn't even follow the rough draft I wrote two weeks ago." I answered and felt her resting a hand on my right shoulder while peeking on the half-empty page I was working on. It's my first book, and I want to be near perfect.

I had stayed up all night to write the last chapter and we were in the early hours of the next day already. My eyes were heavy and I was tired but still felt giddy about it. I, the naive rebel from small-town Oakley, had written a novel. "What is the title?" "I do not know yet." It was hard arriving at a decision. I knew not whether to give it a romantic one or a realistic one. "But I would like to make it a real book, like those that you read. I know it doesn't focus on ideas or theories or research but it is really a significant book. I would like you to help me."

He knew what I was going through. This was when I started writing my first novel. It was more of writing the memory I shared with him. I kept a journal so it was more like making a summary of it. I created one that I never published. It was about my mom and me. I gave up waiting after I saw a girl almost dying on the beach. She went swimming and she almost drowned. It made me realize that life is too short. I had to follow my dreams and that was exactly what I did. I sold everything I have and moved to New York after I got another offer for a scholarship. I had a fresh start and my last hail Mary in finding Sacha was 'Me and Him.' I was hoping that he would read it and would try to reach ou