Novel Words Per Page Novels & Stories

Если я подпишу несколько эксклюзивных книг с GN, сколько я могу получать каждый месяц? Это не зависит от того, сколько у вас книг, мы учитываем только одну книгу в одом месяце для ЕБП. Например, если у вас одновременно ведется работа над 2 книгами, и в любой из них в этом месяце содержится 50 тыс. слов в течение 25 дней, вы получите ЕБП. Это происходит автоматически, поэтому, если в одом месяце у вас любая эксклюзивная книга отвечает требованиям, вы получите ЕБП, независимо от того, какая это книга.

So gentlewolves (this is my nickname for my readers. I just came up with it, what do you my gentlewolves think?) So on to the reason why I am writing this note before the start of the chapter... I was wondering that maybe my chapters are too long So I'll be making it shorter Now instead of the 1k+ words I usually write I'll be writing 600-700 words from now till further notice That is if you my gentlewolves are happy with it

of 164 chapters who had finally found a voice. ​"Do you feel it, Nora?" the Co-Writer asked, her voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand scratched-out sentences. "The weight of the margins. For every page of your 'Epic Romance,' there were ten pages of us being discarded. For every kiss you shared with Julian, a minor character was written into a shallow grave to provide 'atmosphere.' Today, the margins are taking the page." ​The Siege of the Narrative

I heard her inhale and exhale and then she calmly waved me goodbye and ended the call. Walking my peanut butter to the sitting room, I picked up my laptop and turned it on, quickly loading up my Microsoft app. My gaze dripped to the word count and I felt a split surge of surprise mixed with panic at the number of words that were staring back at me. I'd thought I'd written more than that. It took me a while to get back into my character's headspace but my fingers typed away after I had achieved that feat. I'd added more than three thousand words by the time I became a little spent. And my sandwich had remained untouched through it all.

"Where are you going?" My tears hadn't even dried yet, and I glared at him with clear irritation. "That's none of your business." He seemed shocked by my tone. I guess I had always been too gentle with him over the years, rarely speaking to him like this. He stood there stunned for a few seconds, then grabbed my arm and frowned. "Come home with me." I felt like my hallucinations were getting worse lately. It was the first time I'd ever heard Dean use the word "home" with me.

Hello guys. So I've seen some complaints about me updating only once a day and I just want to clarify something. I write very long chapters. Some of my chapters can go up to 2800 words. And while other authors would rather divide that word count into two, I chose to publish it at once because of the cost of chapters on the app nowadays.

TABLE OF CONTACT CHAPTER ONE – 1 CHAPTER TWO - 19 CHAPTER THREE – 33 CHAPTER FOUR – 48 CHAPTER FIVE – 63 CHAPTER SIX – 78 CHAPTER SEVEN – 93 CHAPTER EIGHT – 109 CHAPTER NINE – 138 CHAPTER TEN – 169 CHAPTER ELEVEN – 169

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.

It gave me those sad puppy eyes like, “Hey, don’t forget meeeee...” Fast forward to April 2nd, the day of destiny when I finally dusted off this bad boy and said, “Okay, let’s get weird.” Suddenly, words started flying faster than Juan’s bullets. I was writing like my laptop was on fire, smashing out thousands of words daily, fueled by caffeine, stubbornness, and maybe a little bit of madness. By May? Boom. Over 100,000 words of delicious, messy, mafia madness. (Shakes booty happily).

Elian said. "I'm nothing like a four-year-old," she said. "You both see things accurately before anyone else does," Elian said. She looked at him. "Don't be charming," she said. "I'll see through it." "I know," Elian said. "I'm doing it anyway." She almost smiled. "The novel," she said. "How close?" "Ten thousand words," Elian said. "Maybe less. The ending knows what it is. I just have to arrive at it."