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"I won't tell you writing a novel is not an easy job, It is actually easy when you know exactly what you are doing and you like what you are writing." "When you want to write a novel, make sure you do your researches and outline your plot. Plotting is very Important." I added, a little bit delighted they were paying attention "Your story has to begin with an interesting hook, make sure the prologue and first chapter creates a desire to read more, for your readers."

Blurting out my feelings into words. And those nights...amazingly what pain could do. .... how I was able to create a 200 thousand word count novel within a short span of weeks I took a deep breath before handing out the hardcopy of my novel to the organizer of the writing contest. She smiled at me and wished me goodluck before I left the venue. That novel's personal function was to release my stress, pains and all those negativities that the situation brought me. It was unexpected and everything seems to be chasing time.

There are so few views, now that Goodnovel provided me a platform, but I am more than happy to continue this story and perhaps, make it my first completed novel. So now allow me to talk about the novel itself. I have talked to my editor about it and I came to know that my first few chapters are quite odd. The beginning chapter itself barely had any conversation. Well… To be honest, it can’t be helped since I wrote it on my first attempt in writing. I have no background. No experience. I read. I read. I read a ton. I was very smug about my memory since I could remember all sorts of details from hundreds of chapters back.

She had to put this matter to rest and free herself from the burden that had been weighing on her. Gathering her resolve, Ayleen continued, "I was thinking about a lot of things, especially some of the characters in my novel." "Huh? What do you mean?" Liam asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. Ayleen scratched her ear as she searched for words that would sound convincing. "You already know I want to become a writer. At the time, I was thinking about the plot of my novel. I was imagining a male lead with a terrifying personality." She paused, carefully choosing a safer way to continue.

"So, your book entitled 'Two Worlds' how did you come up writing your very first novels which made you famous after a few months?" I smiled and held the microphone properly and looked at the crowded, "It was actually half of my story, I wrote it while I was home alone for my treatment! It was about families and loneliness because my character has no friends. But when she died because of depression she was reincarnated and she lived in a new world where she found love and plenty of friends! That was my dream because I was lonely when I was young. And I never thought that my friend's cousin, will submit it to a book publishing and they love it. The interviewer was asking a lot of questions abo

This has been a story that has been five years in the making. This went from a five page 2000 word document that I wrote with the help of a few friends the a well over 40,000 word novel. At this point, I don't have anymore of the story written out. This is due to a career change that takes up most of my time. I hope to continue writing this story and I'm even thinking of a possible sequel, however the process will be much slower than planned.

“Because sometimes pride is too big for words.” Calla – POV That night, I placed both books side by side on my desk. River’s first novel. My second. And a third notebook beside them—blank. Waiting. Not for closure. But for whatever comes next. Because my story didn’t start with my birth. It started the moment I chose to tell it.

Like a room with more of its lights on. "Your turn," he said. "I asked first." "That's not how this works." She considered. "I almost didn't become an agent," she said. "I was going to be a writer. I had two-thirds of a novel when I was twenty-four and I stopped." She looked at her coffee. "Not because it was bad. Because it was too true and I didn't know what to do with something that true existing in the world with my name on it." "Do you still have it?"

She wrote about family and forgiveness and finding yourself. She wrote until her hand cramped and her eyes blurred. Ezra brought her coffee. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I am perfect." "You have been writing for six hours." "I know." "Take a break." "Soon." Ezra shook his head. "You are impossible." "I am a writer. It is my job." --- The novel took a year to write. Vienna poured everything into it. Her pain. Her joy. Her hope. The story of a girl who had been lost and found her way home.

“Careful. You are clumsy as always.” “Sorry! At least you are here at my side to protect me.” “I will never leave you, so I’ll do anything just to be at your side.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “What are you doing?” “Writing a novel.” “About what?” “About love.” “Who’s your model for your male lead?” “Zeno, my baby, of course!” “You should be the female lead. I don’t want someone else.” “You know how to paint?” “Yes. You are looking for a book cover, right?”