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Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

"Actually, friends don't feel jealous towards each other. Are you seeing me as more than just a friend? Are you hitting on me? Shall I tell Cathy about this?" "She won't tell you anything if it's you." I hit him using the stone and said, "Stop spouting nonsense already." "Ouch! What did you hit me for?" "To put some sense into you." "By the way, how's the novel? Did you publish it?" "No." "Why? We have already finished editing too. Why didn't you publish it?" "I'm thinking about changing the climax." "What are you going to do?" "Read and find out by yourself."

Catherine took her half-day off very seriously. Donovan had been gracious enough to give her a small break from him. A trip to the book store would make all her problems go away. Everyday for the last month, she had been religiously sending out emails to publishing companies. At least seven out of a hundred responded. And one out of the seven would be what an average person would term a positive response but they were often accompanied with negative terms and conditions.

"Actually, friends don't feel jealous towards each other. Are you seeing me as more than just a friend? Are you hitting on me? Shall I tell Cathy about this?" "She won't tell you anything if it's you." I hit him using the stone and said, "Stop spouting nonsense already." "Ouch! What did you hit me for?" "To put some sense into you." "By the way, how's the novel? Did you publish it?" "No." "Why? We have already finished editing too. Why didn't you publish it?" "I'm thinking about changing the climax." "What are you going to do?" "Read and find out by yourself."

I’ve set all of them aside to finish this biggest personal novel. Suddenly, I noticed a picture of Miss Yuki. She’s the young writer that I’m looking up to. I was only able to buy one of her novels but that was enough to inspire me into penning the talent that Gramps and I have. The tales I write basically comes from Grandpa’s supernatural ideas. I composed that story within two years, so my excitement was immeasurable. I was sure it'd be a hit. It’s due in three more days and I had to give it a compelling ending before I submit it to the publishing company that held the competition. If my manuscript wins… it’ll kickstart my writing career plus, I can use the prize money to buy the land wher

" You mean to say this is a novel but with pictures?" " Yes" " Why isn't it complete?" " If I do that people might not buy my second edition thus I left it at a cliffhanger" " Did you find an editor " " Of cour- no" only with Robin's reminder did Chelsea remembered that this world waa different from her previous world if she wanted to publish her work she simply couldn't open an app and post it , infact she needed an editor as well as a publishing agent . Robin grinned at her admittance as if he was waiting for it .

"Are you thinking about your new novel? Haven't you got any idea about that yet? Mi-hi shook her head sadly. The publishing company she was working with, had given her a couple of months to finish a novel with an unique romantic condensation "What about you try a story about..... Mafia?" Dea suggested her obscurely and instantly kicked her in mind about telling her about that. What would she tell if Mi-hi wanted to know more Mi-hi looked at Dea with big, astonished eyes and suddenly slapped her on her shoulder gratefully.

I said softly. He breathed a sigh of relief, "So, what is it then?" I placed my elbows on each of his shoulders, letting my fingers comb through his hair. Taking a deep breath, I started, "Kyle read my novel, without my permission. That day he came over, he read it when I wasn't there and I saw him and I got mad." Dean nodded attentively. "Today, I got a call," I said softly. "from his mother who is a publisher. She wants to have it published and she also wants me to work as a writer at her publishing company."