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“That is the one that matters.” Elliot looked at him. “Yes,” he said. “It is.” Adrian walked out. Elliot picked up his phone and sent Sera a message. Nicole wants to meet. Tuesday. I will tell you about it after. Then: How is the book. Her reply came quickly. Seventeen pages now. The introduction is the hardest part. Same as the paper. You have to say what the whole thing means before the reader has seen it and that requires a particular faith in your own argument. A pause. Then: Do you have it. The faith.

About what a garden means when it is tended by someone who has stopped mapping exits and started planting things they expect to come back. Writing this novel was the hardest and most rewarding thing I have done as a writer. There were chapters that came easily and chapters that I rewrote so many times I lost count. There were nights I sat with Valeria and could not find her voice and mornings I woke up and she was already talking. There were moments I fell completely in love with Lorenzo and moments I wanted to shake him. There were moments the forty-three names on the kitchen table made me put the manuscript down and just sit with what they represented. This story asked a great deal of me.

The future embodied in a child who carried no shadow of Ethan’s cruelty, only the light Amara had fought so hard to protect. That spring, Amara stood at the window of her study, watching Noah and Luca in the backyard. Noah chased Luca with a soccer ball, his laughter spilling over the fence to mingle with the sounds of the neighborhood. Her desk was scattered with drafts of her next book. Not a memoir this time, but a novel. Fiction, born from freedom rather than necessity. For the first time in years, she was writing not to survive, not to confess, but simply because she wanted to.

Nisim’s words kept ringing in my ears: Stay on! I did. I wrote almost every day, not another novella though, but journals, so that I could get a good grasp of the language I wanted to write in, so that I could collect stuff for my magnum opus. I studied diligently for the next two months for my higher secondary exams and managed to score a decent 74% – not a significant improvement from my previous score, but it got me admission to the Mecca of academic excellence in the region – Cotton College – with Major in English Literature.

Three months of waiting while placing CVs in various companies still did not get results. I never imagined my writing would win that contest and become my money tree now. For one year, I worked on the first novel, and it has hundreds of chapters. Within a day, the number of readers in each chapter has exceeded the platform’s salary. My second novel is also booming like the previous novel, even though it only has 11 chapters. After a nightmare, my stomach was hungry, and I had to get my breakfast. “What should I cook for today? I’m so lazy.”

I was dying from excitement but before I showed that to Tom I needed to make some introduction… "So… I'm writing a criminal novel. Sometimes I use real events as a base to put into my story… I change names, places, and create scenes and motives around them. The posts, like on this blog give in an inspiration… besides, I have to be reliable and stick to the occurrences that might actually happen… to some extent," I hoped that my explanation was convincing and reasonable enough. I moved the laptop closer to Tom, and turned the screen his way. "So, what am I looking at?" he asked with a tone of boredom.

Hello, readers! I had finished the whole story. It is my first time to write a novel. I hope you like it and I hope I can have feedbacks from all of you. Thank you so much. With it, I'll try my best to improve and craft more stories for entertainment, for learning, and the likes. Please support me in my growth as an aspiring novelist or author. Your feedbacks and comments matter most to me to grow in this journey. Thank you and God bless! See you soon and let us have an interaction with my works in my future.

Nina sat in the study typing away furiously on her laptop which was placed in the table, the words to her online novel in total concentration. Tap! Tap! Tap! Only the sound of her hands hitting the laptop's keys could be heard in the otherwise silent study. Following her retirement from the modelling industry, she had began writing online novels to the amazement of her family and friends who had originally thought she had been joking and now she could be considered quite famous in the circle.

As he was already well dressed. While Nella was a little clumsy for today, she skipped her breakfast and took the book for reading while traveling in the bus so that after she is done reading it, she gets free time at night to write reviews for it and summit that to the library for publishing. [Author: Well that's for today! I hope you liked it. Somehow I managed to publish it. Let's see what happens ahead in Noah and Nella's journey. I am so excited to write about them. Many secrets are gonna be disclosed in upcoming chapters so stay tuned!]

Overwhelming silence. So, in return, he writes what he feels. He writes what he wants to achieve in his novels. He write those cliche plots, those expected endings, just those little things every hopeless romantic would like to have. The butterflies in the stomach, someone falling head over heels, an enemy x enemy trope, or high school love story. Just those typical stories online. Everything is so ordinary, and yet he still have fun writing them and he thinks that's what matters. He wants to be independent, but to do that, he needs to step out of his comfort zone.