Novel Idea Novels & Stories

Without your love, encouragement, and constant support, this story would never have been possible. When I first started this novel, I honestly doubted it. The idea came to me, and I remember asking myself: “What kind of crazy idea is this? Will people even read it? Will they understand what I want to say?” A part of me thought it would fail before it even began. But something in me whispered to try, and I did. And now, standing at the end of this journey, I can say with all my heart: I never regretted it. Not once.

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I sat for more than an hour or two in front of my laptop, scrambling my fingers on the laptop keyboard, hoping to finish my novel before the year ends. Whenever I have a chance, I will go here to the coffee shop with my so-called introverted starter pack which includes the following: a cup of coffee or tea, a book, a pencil, and a laptop. I have the peculiar talent of speaking to no one and plainly sitting down for hours working on my novel and then reading books whenever my brain runs out of ideas. And if reading does not work, then I will take a walk, a long walk.

"Stop staring into nothingness! I've been talking here for a while now, but you're not paying attention. You're wasting my saliva!" That's when I chose to ignore the many questions swirling around in my head and focus on Raine, who was already frowning. I can't make a pregnant lady angry. I smiled apologetically at her. "Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind." "Like what, exactly? Is what you're thinking strong enough to have you disregard me more than once?" She demanded, her eyebrows still raised. "I'm not ignoring you. This may not seem normal to you, but it happens to me every time an idea of a new novel I'd like to write jumps into my head."

Thanks to you, I discover myself more each passing day. This novel was the very first of my novels. It's my firstborn. And after it, more than twenty others came. Today, I have over forty-six novels. And I already have three new novels in mind. That's to tell you how much inspiration is there. Thank you for taking the time to read me. Forgive me for the mistakes; I'm always in a hurry. See you again for other stories. There will always be more, because inspiration is Divine. THE END

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

Althea I wasn’t sure if anyone would have the same opinion about this, but for me the bathroom was the ideal place to craft my ideas. Weird? Yeah, maybe. Other people might have had better places, more sophisticated spaces perhaps—offices stacked with all the right tools, rows upon rows of books lined up like soldiers, and artificial intelligence systems ready to spit out concepts or brilliant ideas at the push of a button. But me? I didn’t need any of that.

Lastly, I need ideas for a new story, if you have any you can write it down in the comment. Thank you for readings and I hope I get good reviews on this story.

I’m more fascinated by the raining littering the window, blocking my gaze out to the sea. I’m writing a romance novel at the moment that is troubling me. With Della’s suggestion stuck inside my head, I’m left not knowing what to do. Standing up, I pick up my laptop before settling into the chair. The site is already up on a tingle tab when I open my computer. I usually have it open, but never search the site. It always feel so wrong, as if I’m committing some horrific sin. I need to get over this. Finally, I sigh deeply, clicking onto the site. Mindlessly, I shift through profiles on people who live in the area. This seems so foolish and pointless. None of these people are going to want to g