How Do You Start A Novels & Stories

Not five minutes later, a yawn escapes me and my eyes begin to drop, I’ve things to do, plans to make, and I’ll do that, after a short nap. Yeap. Just thirty minutes of shut-eye, then I'll do some research on how to start a business, and event planning as a whole, I will be needing all the information I can get if want to do this. I cross the short distance to the bed, toeing off my sandals, I crawl to the head before sliding under the covers, I remove my phone from my pocket, tossing it on the nightstand before settling on a pillow. I’ll probably need lawyers and permits I think…? You always need one for starting a business.

My way of turning chaos into clarity. So one morning, after Roman left for a meeting and Isabella was down for her nap, I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and opened my laptop. The cursor blinked on a blank page, daring me to start. I typed three words. The first time. And just like that, it all began.

One day at a time. Starting with tomorrow.

But i need a starting point! So, where?

I have a hard time not watching him move around the suite, getting dressed, but when he sends me a stern look, my pussy clenches and I look back to the paper. Okay, the steps to getting my business up and running. Great question. I start the list. Make a website, contact merchandisers for discounts, advertise. Where to advertise? F******k. I*******m. My P*******t page has a million followers, so that’s a great place. What else? Develop a pricing structure. Get some media coverage in national magazines. That’s gonna be hard, but I believe anything’s possible. I’ve made dream boards before. I had Ibiza on one and now I’m here.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

A beat. "Starting now."

I gulped, sweat began forming on my forehead as the room became hotter than normal. "Umm, sir, I think the first thing to do here is to gain recognition from the society...what I mean is, no product can be sold if the people have no idea about it" I don't know if what I was saying made sense and was related but I just said it, with confidence. "And how can we make them gain recognition?" He pressed on. I adjusted myself to my seat.

Elder Susan clearly articulated. “Okay, so where do we start?” I questioned, needing to do something. Anything to start the training. “Excellent. First, we start with strategy. I will show you exactly the vision I have seen. How the battle will take place and how you will fight the beast,” Elder Susan summarized.

I articulate calmly. “You start with small batches of cupcakes and pastries. You give it to the cafeteria, the cafe, and they help you sell it for a percentage of course. The boys love you and will pay any amount to support you. Mom and Steve, too. I know it might seem like an insane idea, but it will be amazing, so think about it?” I smile. “What if I don’t want to think about it? What if I want to start now?” She blurts, eyes wide and shoulders squared.