Novel & Cerita My Novel Idea

I woke up 11 in the morning. It was still early so to kill time I think I can make the plot on my next book now. I don't have any Idea what to write but I want to have a different genre. Maybe I can write Boys love story, but I don't know what kind of love story is happening between two male. I go to my living room and grab my pen and paper. Wait! What the heck is happening in my head? Why do I want to write a Boys love story? Could it be that I am --- again?

Talia If I was in the right frame of mind I wouldn't have come along with that dildo but I wasn't. If the urgency of finishing up my novel didn't come I wouldn't be in the library but the library seems to be the safest place to get away from him. To have me focus but I thought wrong because I just made the biggest mistake of the century. My six senses keeps reminding me to do something but I couldn't because no idea was coming forth. I have abandoned my novel for two weeks now because I couldn't bring myself to write anymore. I thought of taking a break, doing something different just to let the words flow but it never came.

OCTAVIA’S POV Seated with my reading glass on, my fingers typed fast against the keyboard of my laptop. The ideas for my newest book kept flowing in rapidly, and I typed each words, conveying the emotions of my characters. I wanted to write a book similar to my love life, and the ideas never stopped flowing in. I have the most perfect life any woman could desire. A loving boyfriend, a stable job as an author who earns six figures monthly, lovely group of friends and families, but I had just one problem.

His lips trailed from my jaw down to my neck, sending shivers through me. As our bodies moved together, a sudden thought sparked in my mind... a new idea for my book. My eyes snapped open as inspiration struck me like lightning. A new character… Maybe Demetri could be my next muse. Not as a hero, though. No, he’d be perfect as the villain. Yes, that would be more thrilling. A morally gray, ruthless sigma criminal who kills whoever he pleases. And after a few chapters, I’d torture him, maybe even kill him off in the most brutal way possible.

Plus, I use my phone to write so some letters might get in the way of words they aren't supposed to be. For supporting me by reading my story(ries), I really love you for that. Seriously, I love you genuinely for that. You can please leave a nice review on this book with a good rating if you want to (your reviews make me happy and love you guys more). If you haven't checked my other books out on Goodnovel. You can please do so. Here are their titles: – His Obsession. – Crossed Paths. I'll be starting a new novel titled 'Heart of My Other World' (not totally certain about if it's the next one). It's going to be a fantasy story in a unique way and I hope you'll love it.

It was just that feeling that made me feel so nervous. There was only one way I could calm down. I grabbed my notebook and a pen. Before starting my new novel, I felt compelled to jot down a few lines. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. Thousands of great ideas invaded my brain and seemed to fight over which one to put on that notebook first. I was glad I could once again do what I loved, which was writing and composing. “What is love like? Warmer than summer, More beautiful than the flower, purer than the primrose.

“What can we expect in that story?” “Is Sindy Kate really gone?” The questions continued, and I was like a deer caught in the headlight. My teeth started to tatter, and the flashes were blinding me. I swallowed all my nerves and smiled. “Yes, I am writing a novel. It’s fiction but inspired by my life experience. I want to inspire all the women out there, in all walks of life, that it is okay to dream high, not to give up when things get tough. I want to show them that I may be born into a privileged family, but life isn’t always perfect.”

"May you become the weapon I raised you to be." Her plans for a whole century were starting to be implemented, one after another. And it felt so damn good! AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello my dear readers, I'm sorry I had to take a little break to get some inspirations for my novel in order to serve you better. And I equally wasn't feeling good too. Your support on this novel is what keeps me going. Please do well to send in your gems, comments, everything that will help this novel get to mire audience. I really appreciate you so much.. Again, I would love to know of your opinions on this chapter and the ones to come. So do well to comment. Smiles. ~Mmeso Writes

My thinking is that I add an authors note a the end of 'book' 1 so to speak and re-write the synopsis to advise any new readers that it will be 2 books in one. Alternatively, the other idea I had was to just have a longer book, but I don't want the length to scare off new readers. Thanks in advance! :)

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.