How To Name Your Story Novels & Stories

"Can I tell you something?" "The beautiful thing about stories is that the protagonist always gets to write the ending. Not the villain nor the critics. You." She tapped my knee for emphasis. "You decide how your story ends. Whether you let them break you or break through." Tears pricked my eyes. "What if I don't know how?" "Then you write it one page at a time. One choice at a time." Her smile was kind. "And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day."

Allen attempted to snatch the notebook from me, but I slapped his hand before he could even reach my desk. “Don’t make me repeat it again, Allen. I am writing a novel, not a drawing. And if I am to draw someone, it must be another person, not Christoph.” Speaking of which, something came up in my mind. A brilliant one. Instead of drawing an image of him, which was pretty obvious, why not make a novel instead? A story of us. He and I against the world. All I have to do is change our names to make it more obscure.

“It wasnt even intentional.” I smiled, letting the silence stretch out again, letting them feel every second of it. “Not personal,not intentional” I repeated, rolling the words around my mind like a bitter taste. “ You arent actually the target here,I know there was someone who gave you the story and told you how to craft it.I just want a name…and then you can go to Bali.” “No one paid-”

Joy! Making High Cliff a kingdom where they started people’s names with vowels was my tricky way of setting it up so that I can fill in more of my alphabetical goals in later books if I turn the story into a series, which I probably will, and hopefully get some more heroes and heroines’ names checked off my list.

I was going to have to get really good at coming up with stories on the spot if it made my little princess happier. “I know, but this one is true.” Naomi took a deep breath, which immediately made my heart start to race. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl, we'll call her Naomi, okay?” “That's your name,” Becky giggled, already completely engaged and waiting for the next part of the story.

So he stayed, the rest was up to him. "Thank you." "Always." Laying on his chest, Kit once more broke the silence. "Do you want to hear a story?" "I want to hear every story told by you Kit." "Why are you calling me Kit? Did you get tired of using my nickname?" "KitKat. This sounds like a serious conversation but if you want me to use your nickname I will not hesitate but say yes." "Haha. You ridiculous." "Story time?" "Right. There's no main character. The characters are those in my drawing book. I will tell you the story from my point of view. Ming. Please don't interrupt me."

"You mean, you asked me to use a new pen name if I wanted to write this story? Like Robert Galbraith a.k.a JK Rowling did when she wrote Cormorant Strike's serial?" As expected, Park's worried face faded quickly, change into a brightened face. The man snapped his fingers, satisfied to know she understood the meaning of the man's words just now. "Precisely! I'm glad you understand what I'm trying to say! You can't use the real name that you usually attach to all your Young Adult novels. You must consider using a pen name that conveys the darkness of your story." "I'll think about it." "Very nice. Just chat me when you've come up with the right pen name for your story, along with the script yo

obviously, I thought about Tom again. “Just don’t name him “Bob”! LOL” “Thank you DarkGrey, I won’t.” I smiled for the first time that day. Picturing my ML with Tom’s looks and the name “Bob” made me laugh for a longer while. Then suddenly, I found my way around and named my character “Troy”. It still sounded alike my neighbor’s name, but it was the best I could think of that very moment. I ended the chat and put some finishing touches on the first three chapters of my story. Two hours later I published my work online.

"Let the world see your designs first. Post on Epigram, Epitok, on all social media platforms. You’ll find an audience. Then you figure out the rest." "You make it sound easy." "Not easy," she said. "But possible. And it’s something you love. That’s more than most people have." I glanced at the living room corner where my sketchbooks were buried under unopened mail. I had let that part of myself collect dust. "What would I even call it?" "That’s the fun part," Olivia said. "Pick something that reflects you. Your name, your story, your vision. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to start."

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