Novel First Draft Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

- It's a pleasure to publish Pure Blood on Goodnovel, besides being able to reach more readers, Pure Blood can also be accessed easily. - Pure Blood is my first novel, as well as my debut work in the world of writers and novelists. From then until now, Pure Blood has always been a major and important part of my life and my career as a writer as well as a novelist. - My plan for Pure Blood is to become a novel series that will have several related novel titles. However, for now, Pure Blood ended here first. - If you like, please read my other novels on Goodnovel in the future.

We've come to the end and final episode of the book. “Billionaires don't love” This book is my first ever attempt at writing and publishing a novel and I'm proud of the little feats it has achieved so far. Though the writing may not be perfect but I believe with time, I'll get better. Shout out to all my readers, subscribers and voters, and to my editor and Goodnovel for the opportunity. I love you all. My second book is up on the app titled “Cielo: Chronicle of untold truths”

"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."

And even if I never sold a single book, I'd know that I had done this. Fingers crossed that I sold at least three books though. "... The sky was the same dreary grey as it had been the day I met him..." I began. The story went off from me, fingers flying across the keyboard and words materializing on the screen. It was a first draft so I knew nothing about it would be quite shelf ready, but I was writing and I was happy. It was something I hadn't experienced in a long while. Sitting in front of my laptop often filled me with a sense of doom. Like I was being led to the hanging noose.

"I can't believe how many times I got close to breaking free." At times, my writing was not up to par, and I experienced a lack of clarity in my ideas while also experiencing the outpouring of emotions from others. But still, I kept writing. In the beginning, I only knew how to express myself through writing. However. Afterward, Livia leaped forward with excitement, her eyes still light up with pleasure. "I remember when you sent me the first draft. Despite everything, you expressed your belief that you would quit, Livia. It's a story that doesn't seem to fit together.”

"I didn't know I was doing that." "That's why it works," Elian said. "If you were trying to give me perspective it would be editorial. Because you're just — present, and interested, and structurally minded, the perspective arrives without effort." He paused. "You're the novel's best reader and you haven't read it yet." "I've heard sections," Dante said. "Sections are different from the full thing," Elian said. "The full thing—" He paused. "When the first draft is done. I want you to read the full thing. Tell me what it actually is."

she said. Then she went back inside. I sat in my car for ten minutes staring at the street. Then I drove home, sat at the kitchen table with a legal pad, and started writing. The first draft took forty minutes and was completely wrong. It had too much explanation. Every paragraph trying to get ahead of her reaction, building a case instead of telling a story. I read it back and heard a lawyer, not a husband so I tore it out. The second was worse. Defensive in a way that made me sound like I was still hiding something even while claiming to confess everything.

He worked on the book through the winter and spring and summer and into the next winter. Not every day. Not even every week, sometimes. The book was patient. The book waited. The book was there when he came back to it, the pages accumulating, the shape of the thing becoming clearer with each addition. The introduction was the hardest part. He wrote it six times. The first draft was too professional. It read like a restaurant foreword, the explanation of a philosophy rather than the account of a person. He'd used words like culinary philosophy and approach to ingredients and all the language that belonged in a press kit, not in a personal document. He'd read it back and thought: this could be

REMINDERS Before you start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on GoodNovel💋 I really would be lying if I told you about how I imagined this book in my head versus how it came out. The first chapter might make you cringe in confusion but trust me, the more you get to each chapter, you will understand the book better. And I think I did great in creating my imaginary characters. Don't you all think?