Make A Living From Writing Novels & Stories

“What I like to write doesn’t sell at all, though. I need to write the way they want if I want to pay my bills on time.” “You can rely on me,” she presented. “I absolutely cannot.” She groaned in frustration. In truth, we have had this conversation plenty of times before. Although Larissa wasn’t exactly well-off, she had a better job than mine. She worked as a receptionist at a hotel nearby, and her parents sometimes sent her an allowance when her funds were short. Meanwhile, I had to drop out of college during my first year due to financial constraints. I worked a day shift in a convenience store, took up some photography gigs on the sidelines, and wrote my chapters in the evening.

Strangers get one layer at a time. "Golf," I repeat. "That explains the tan in December." "Perks of the job. I spend half my life outdoors pretending grass is interesting." "And the other half?" "Convincing rich men they’re three swing thoughts away from happiness." I laugh before I can stop myself. It feels foreign. Good foreign. "What about you?" he asks. "Besides writing words that make people buy fondue sets they’ll never use?" "I write the lies that sell running shoes to people who haven’t run since high school. Taglines. Emails. The occasional billboard that makes someone feel briefly better about their life choices."

I sat on the bed and exhaled, my body trembling with both relief and exhaustion. But survival wasn’t enough. I needed purpose, a way to live without burdening these people who had already given me more than I could repay. My fingers traced the rough grain of the table as my mind wandered back to the life I had left behind. Now, I would need the long hours hunched over a laptop, writing articles, editing texts, scraping together money. It wasn’t glamorous, but it would be mine. And it could be my way to stand on my own again.

Michelle, in turn, subtly hinted that her rates might increase. With her current assignments completed, it meant she had to hunt for new projects and potential clients. Michelle returned to the writing forums, browsing through posts, searching for new opportunities. Meanwhile, she pondered: Apart from writing, what else could she do to earn money? Before she had been transported into the novel's world, Michelle had made a decent income as a ghostwriter. Returning to her old profession was indeed an option. However, starting over in this fashion felt like donning a new persona, and earnings would be slow initially. She remembered it took her two years to raise her ghostwriting rates previousl

He needs them here and now, and he cannot make long-term investments that will pay off in a few years, because for those few years, too, you need to have a roof over your head and something to eat. Damian knew about it, that's why he studied, worked and wrote at almost the same time. He wrote not for money, but to relieve the stress of his everyday life. Instead of becoming addicted to smoking or drinking alcohol, he simply wrote. It worked. Despite financial problems and problems at home, Damian moved on and found himself where he is at the moment. He became Justyna's fiancé.

They nod and then walked towards their bedroom. As soon as they close the door, I went to my small desk and hardly got on the chair. I took a deep breath and faced my laptop. Mom taught me how to use it and gladly I am a fast learner s it was not really a problem at all for me. "I signed an exclusive contract with good novel and that is where I am getting my extra money from." I saw the chat of my internet friend. She is a little older than me and I was asking her how to earn more and she told me that there is this platform for writing that pays well.

“Nope. Yoga and swimming, that’s it.” “And what’s your job? The one you have to go to tomorrow?” “Well, I don’t really have to go anywhere… I just need my laptop. I’m a writer.” Nick paused. “Like – books? Or a journalist?” “Books.” “Wow. That’s amazing.” “We seem to be a mutual admiration society,” she said, grinning. He laughed. “I guess we are. So, what kind of books?” “Well, I really want to write literary fiction novels, but it's hard to make a living at it. So mostly I write books based on my travels to Asia.”

It is an ongoing process, and while we are loving our new home, everything can still be quite challenging and time consuming. I am still working full time, so writing is a part time passion. And it is a passion. I absolutely love being able to put words down on a page and make a story and the characters within come to life. And the fact that I have people wanting to read my stories, is a constant amazement to me and I thank each and every one of you for your readership and patronage.

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

Lately, I had been burning the midnight oil, writing away, and my health had taken a hit. With what I made from my writing, I could already support myself. So, I just wanted to quit and take some time to recover at home.