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“You are a top author, Aria; you don’t need to worry about a book getting cancelled…Your next book will be bigger, trust me.” I clenched my fist. Was he also suggesting I cancel my book? The book didn’t sell because of his stupid affair with Olivia. Now I realized I made a mistake asking him that question. The secretary handed me the coffee, and I kept sipping while he went through the documents. Soon he dropped it and stared at me. “You are good to go with your self-publishing if only the publishing house said no to a book.” Now I could sigh in relief; with self-publishing, all I had to do was redesign the cover and upload the manuscript. After it’s live, I would start up with the marketing

“You could publish them yourself. A load of the stuff I’ve listened to is self-published. People would love it.” “They’d take an awful lot of work to get them to that stage,” I told her, once I’d scanned through a few more of my files. “They’d need some serious rewrites, and editing, and I know sweet FA about branding, or covers, or marketing.” She shrugged. “So? You could do that, you could learn.” I dismissed it, stroking her cheek. “I love your belief in me, angel, but all I care about right now is you.”

Her words quietly answered Leon’s question. “Aren’t you proud of your accomplishments? Not everyone can author a book and get it published. I would have thought you would try to sell your books to everyone.” Leon seemed to be fascinated with her responses. Julie didn’t understand why people kept acting like she should be embarrassing herself and forcing her books on people who weren’t interested. “I guess. I never intended to sell the first book. Because I posted it to get feedback, but an agent offered me representation. As for forcing my books on people, it doesn’t seem right, and it surprises me each time someone buys any of them.”

I wanted to publish a book, so I created an action plan and began completing each item on the list one at a time. It wasn't easy; I have rejected it over and over again until I found a publisher who was delighted to publish it. That was all I needed: someone to believe in me and take a chance on me. People only saw the end result, not the journey that led to it, such as the tears I shed in front of my computer after reading rejection after rejection, or the sighs I breathed while waiting for responses after they "seen" my inquiries, only to find out that I had been waiting for nothing the entire time.

Aarif pointed out, “let it finish the story however it wants to. You should try writing a story yourself without a chatbot. I’m sure there are many web novel companies willing to give new writers a chance.” Like a certain website based in Singapore. Wink wink. “If that doesn’t work out, you can always try self-publishing,” Sikandar suggested. “I don’t know,” Alishba murmured, “I am not confident in my writing skills.” “But you love writing, right?” Shaan asked to which she nodded, “Then give it a try.” “No one’s perfect in one go,” Meeran added, “Practice makes perfect.” “I guess I should start somewhere,” Alishba muttered in agreement.

That's what I was making it. The words poured out. Raw. Explicit. Unapologetic. When I finished, I posted it directly to my website. No publisher. No filter. No apology. **To everyone who watched the video: Here's the full story. Uncut. Uncensored. Buy my new book if you want more.** I hit publish and closed the laptop. For exactly three minutes, nothing happened. Then my phone started exploding. Not in the way it had been exploding before. Different. People were downloading my book. The link to buy it was everywhere. My website crashed from the traffic.

“I have some ideas for a good story..” Dawn smiled. “How about you start writing it first and I’ll give you pointers?” “Can’t I just write how I want to?” Dawn leaned back. “Actually, you can write however you want. But if you want your book to be published and be sold in stores, you have to make it really good so that when you submit your book to a publishing company, they will take an interest in it and offer a contract with you. They will give you the amount of money they think they would be able to earn from your book.”

Next to the laptop sat precise instructions on what she needed to do to upload her book to the various online vendors that sold self-published ebooks. "Yeah," she breathed heavily. "Just nervous. I mean, one day people are going to know that Felicity Heart is Jessica Shea, and that's fine, but it still makes me nervous." Layne leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "Felicity Heart is one smokin' hot erotic author. I'd like to try out some new scenes for her tonight if that's at all possible." She giggled and pushed him away. "Stop, you're distracting me. I have to make sure this actually works. Ya know, I'm not a Hollywood starlet anymore, I need to learn how to make my own money now."

"Too smart to just pour coffee for the rest of your life. Do something with that brain of yours." Sam had agreed. He'd bought me a used laptop for my birthday—well, Elizabeth's birthday, the fake one on my fake ID—and told me to stop making excuses. "You love books," he'd said. "Why not try writing one?" So I did. And I'd discovered I was actually good at it. Good enough that I'd self-published my first romance novel six months ago under a pen name. It had sold better than I'd expected and it was enough to start a small savings account for the boys' future.

"Write an outline, maybe a sample chapter. I'd take that to publishers, start a bidding process. Once we have a deal, you'd have anywhere from six months to a year to write the full manuscript." "I've never written anything longer than a feature article," Riley said. "You'd have help. Most publishers assign an editor to work with first-time authors. And honestly, your voice is already strong. You just need to sustain it over three hundred pages instead of three." "What about privacy?" Samuel asked. "There are parts of our story that are personal. Parts I don't want everyone knowing."