How To Begin A Novels & Stories

“Calm down. How can I answer everything at once?” She took a long sip of water, trying to compose herself. "Okay. Start from the beginning. Who is the guy?" I whispered his name. please support 🙏 happy reading.

"Are you ready?" I square my shoulders, steady my hands. "Aye, sir." "Alright, let’s get started."

After a moment, he spoke. “I went to see the construction site again this morning.” Seraphina’s eyes lit up. “You did?” “Yes.” “And?” Ken pushed himself away from the wall slightly. “The structure is coming along well.” “That is good.” He nodded. “And I have been thinking about how we can begin once it is ready.” Seraphina leaned forward slightly. “Tell me.” Ken’s expression shifted into something more focused now. “We should start small. A few children at a time. Teach them the basics first.”

I could barely think. Getting started? What the heck…

I sat, tucked my legs beneath me like I could make myself smaller. Dr. Patel settled opposite me, notepad on her lap, pen uncapped but resting. “There’s no rush,” she said gently. “We can sit in silence if that’s easier today. Or we can talk about the weather. Whatever feels right.” I laughed, a wet little sound. “I don’t even know where to start.” “That’s okay. Beginnings are messy.” She smiled. “Sometimes people start with how they’re feeling in their body right now.” I closed my eyes.

he explained. “So what do we do first then?” I asked eager to get started. “We have to pour foundations to begin with. If the men can come after warrior training today, we can get them started. You and I can actually set the framework for the foundations to be poured into, while we wait.

But maybe… The beginning of it.

It's time to start acting that way! . . . TBC

I began saying. --To be continued…

I listened to their footsteps retreat down the hallway, and once I was sure they were gone, I finally turned my attention back to the screen. The blank page stared back at me, taunting me. Where to begin? I hadn’t really thought this through. All I knew was that David's letter wasn't what I wanted. But what was it that I DID want? My mind was swimming with a million thoughts and words and I had no clue where to start. What was my end goal here? What message did I want to convey to them? I took a deep breath, my fingers poised over the keys. "Just fucking start, Kate," I told myself. "You can always delete it if you aren't happy."