Hobbit Writing Novels & Stories

For, your dreams are more or less your distant realities. It has taken eight, long, seemingly never ending days to write the story that never was. Jahnobi’s story I mean. It’s been an arduous process, trying to pick fiction out of stale recurrences, to find dots which could be connected, to see the cinematic and dramatic in daily chores and then to find time to document those amid the never-ending swarm of visitors, between the preparation for the rituals of the eleventh day and the ceremonial lunch on the twelfth day.

❤️❤️❤️ **About me** Writing is my newest hobby. I never thought of becoming a writer, but things happened. While reading, I felt an urge to write a story. Gradually it became a hobby, and now I have plenty of ideas for books, although I'm not sure I'll ever be able to write them all down. Nevertheless, as long as I can, I'll continue writing. The only problem is that I'm not a very patient person. I struggle to focus on the same thing for a long time and need breaks. That's why my updates have never been fast, and it will likely remain that way. I'll try my best to improve this aspect as much as I can, though. --*Oindrila's Story*--

Not even if it means that I won’t be safe. I’m just confused by all of this, but Roshan is going to give me answers. As we walk through the town, I realize it’s not as small as I once thought. The dirt path turns to cobblestone and the houses, hidden beneath the trees, get larger and larger. A castle that is built into the side of the mountain catches my eye and all I can do is blink. This is entire town is like something straight out of The Hobbit. I’m just waiting for them to tell me there’s a dragon bathing in gold inside.

Lumen asked. "Apart from working here, the book club is good." "Yeah? What are you currently reading?" "The book club usually has three books at a time we're reading through. One of Sonny's books, one personal development and one for entertainment. I've finished the first two. I'm on to The Hobbit now." "Oh yeah?" Max perked up. "I really liked that one as a kid. It took me longer to get into Lord of the Rings." For the first time, Aspen actually had a little life in her eyes. "Yeah? I've heard it gets really bogged down in description."

This is the first ever book I have written so it somehow became a vent out of all my emotions… And the plot is shaky ;) A little confession. This is supposed to be the end of this book and there should be a book2, but I can’t do that to you guys so I decided to rewrite the ending. And no, it won’t take a hundred more chapters, lol. PMJ will be just around the same word count as my previous books and if everything goes as planned, the final chapter will be posted before this month is over. Thank you so much for staying with Bobbie and Jake. Much love, xx

"What I'm about to share with you, well, no one else knows I do." "Spill it already, Habbab." "I wrote you a poem." I blurt it out, as I command myself. "A poem?" There's surprise in his eyes, that's good. "Yes, I like to write. It was a habit I picked up at the boarding school I was sent to study at. There we were supposed to take a class that encouraged creativity. I took literature, mostly we read classic books and others not so much. But once in a while, we were given the assignment to write. I really liked poems a lot."

I just like writing this way, since it helps me flesh out the story a lot more. It feels better knowing that the Hobgoblins being killed aren’t just mindless drones but sentient creatures with families and emotions. How does it feel to know that your Mc, Rey, just murked all of them? Right now, we can only pray for the women and children…