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We are not sure whether people from outside could hear us, but we couldn't contain how happy we are. "Is there anything wrong, Ma'am," asked one of the guards. "Nothing. We are just happy. Please, don't mind us." I answered. Nancy took her laptop and started typing something. "What are you doing?" "I might forget about it. I am writing a new novel now. I have to write my idea as soon as possible." "Are you writing a story about me?!" "Not everything is about you, Jessica." She said looking at me coldly. "Make sure the lead character in your novel is very pretty. No one would read that if the female character is as lame as me."

To be honest, I didn't think that many people were interested in this novel since the reviews are not that many and encouraging to me as a writer, and I don't know how my readers feel about the storyline. As I said, I write for my readers, and if you guys don't leave a review, I don't know what you want or if you guys are actually interested in the novel. That's why I ended it so quickly. But because of you, "Jane." I am willing to go back to my notebook and brainstorm on a few more chapters that will fall in line with the story plot and give it a better ending. But It might take a bit of time though.

com Catalogue In this book, I want to answer some of the most asked questions, and share some thoughts on writing while I'm at it, so. The Million Dollar QuestionS That Writing Term You Don't Know Yet About Outline About Plot Twist About Characters About Core Struggle About Cliffhanger TBC... Might add to it as it goes, or, let me know your questions in the comments~

" The question caught me off guard. No one asked me that anymore. Not even Maya. "Sometimes," I admitted. "Late at night, when I can't sleep. I think about stories. Characters. Plots." "So why don't you write them?" "It's not that simple." "Why not?" I met his eyes. "Because what if I try and I'm terrible? What if the dream is better than the reality?" "What if you're amazing?" "Jackson..." "I'm serious. You're brilliant. Your taglines are clever. Your emails are funny. If you put that into a novel..."

“You’re also those things. But there’s more room.” He looked at his glass. “I write more carefully than I speak,” he said. “I’ve always written what I mean. Speaking, I sometimes mean things before I’ve found the words for them.” “That’s what the novel is about,” she said. He looked at her. “Yes,” he said. “The gap between the meaning and the expression of it,” she said. “Thomas and Mathilde stop being able to close the gap.” “Yes,” he said. “What closes it?” she said. “In the novel, nothing. But in theory.”

"It wasn't." She put her cup down and went back to the desk and he heard the laptop open and the chapter resume. Tuesday she had lunch with a writer she knew. I worked from home and at two she came back with the particular brightness she carried after conversations that had actually fed her. "Good lunch," I said. "She's writing something extraordinary." She took her coat off. "A novel about a woman who discovers her grandmother was a forger. Not documents. Art." "Is it done."

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

At least, if it were a novel, it wouldn't be about me; it's about my annoying roommate. It all started four months ago when I was having a meeting with my editor at the publishing company. It was supposed to be just like any other regular meeting I had with him, discussing what to write next. While waiting for him, I found myself in the office lounge where employees were taking their coffee breaks. They offered me something to drink, but I politely declined. I decided to utilize the time to continue writing my ongoing web novel. It had garnered quite a good number of readers, and they were eagerly anticipating the next update later today. Just as I finished writing a chapter, my editor retur

He inquired, turning away from the door to gaze at me. "I used to work for a company. That was actually my first job. But then I realized that working for a company was not for me. The job was too exhausting, and the money was not enough for the tasks and jobs I was assigned, so I decided to resign and pursue another career. But, you know, resigning is simple, but seeking work is not. I was out of work for a few months. And since I have nothing to do but wait for a company to contact me for an interview, I began writing webnovels to pass the time." I grinned as I recalled how I began writing and how it became my bread and butter. "Writing novels began as a hobby for me. I never imagined my n

Fiction is meant to evoke emotion, but never at the cost of your mental or emotional health. Everyone processes stories differently, and what is thrilling for one reader may be overwhelming for another. Please proceed with awareness and care. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you dive into this story, I want to share something personal with you. I wrote this novel when I was just thirteen years old. At the time, I had no formal training in writing, no grasp of complex literary techniques, and very little understanding of storytelling rules. All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life.