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Nina sat in the study typing away furiously on her laptop which was placed in the table, the words to her online novel in total concentration. Tap! Tap! Tap! Only the sound of her hands hitting the laptop's keys could be heard in the otherwise silent study. Following her retirement from the modelling industry, she had began writing online novels to the amazement of her family and friends who had originally thought she had been joking and now she could be considered quite famous in the circle.

I was sitting in the middle of biology class trying to make Professor Thompson’s words make sense. I loved my history class that Liam and I were in together. I loved the creative writing class that I was taking because I was getting to stretch myself so much as a writer. Everything I learned in class, I was apply to the romance novels that I posted to the online serialized Zoodago and the response was amazing. My readers, especially my most popular reader, couldn’t wait for me to drop the next.

She wore a blazer. No pants. “She’s a visionary,” River whispered as Marla declared the office open by shouting, “Let the truth games begin!” Skye couldn’t stop laughing. “We really are raising a tiny dragon lawyer.” The NY office launched a youth writing program that exploded within six weeks. Thousands of applicants. Half of them from underserved schools. All of them hungry. Camilla was flown out to teach poetry once a month. Carrie hosted a publishing workshop. River and Skye Skyped in from LA, answering questions like:

He thrived as an online novelist, so why enter a new field where effort might not equate to reward? Alex harbored similar concerns for Michelle. While he and Eleanor could assist her, they didn't advise her to proceed in this direction. He queried, "Do you want to go back to school, or do you want to become a screenwriter?" If her primary motive to study was to become a screenwriter, they could skip several steps and Eleanor could look for a mentor willing to guide Michelle. Out of ten online novelists, even if not half, at least three or four might have considered screenwriting. Michelle admitted she'd harbored this dream before.

Mindy said, "First, web novels are usually really long, often over a million words. Second, genres like urban romance and rich-guy dramas aren't my specialty. How am I supposed to write those? "Isn't the trouble with 'The Green Fruit' enough of a lesson? You told me to change what I was doing, but look what happened." "The Green Fruit" was Mindy's young adult novel that got a lot of criticism. Edith's expression softened as she spoke, "I know that novel hurt your reputation and that you've had a tough time since, even leaving online platforms…" "Yes, and if you know I left online platforms, why are you still asking me to write those romance novels?"

I just fake a smile and face-palm on them. My pretty face gets a lot of wrinkles because of these witches. ——— We finally finished moving all of Thea’s stuffs and arranged them all, it was very tiring. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I sigh and looked at my phone, I visited my first novel on a online platform. Since I really broke down when I lost him. I started to write proses, poems, short stories and craft novels. I am not aiming for money, I just want to express myself. Each thoughts I have with him, yeah it’s all because of him.

"Back when Vermont was still in college, he enrolled in a creative writing class to impress a girl he was pursuing. Due to that reason, he paid no attention to the actual lectures. At the end of the semester, the students were asked to finish a short story for their final assignment. The lecturer provided them with a two-hundred-word opening paragraph and asked them to continue the narrative with topics covered in class. The students had to develop a coherent plot and clear message." "Vermont had no clue on how to finish the assessment. He struggled for an entire week and barely wrote a few words. With the submission deadline coming up, Vermont was desperate. Someone then told him that he co

More cruelty. When the tears finally stopped, a new feeling replaced the sadness. I needed help. Real help. After hours of scrolling through forums and private coaching sites, I found him, Elias. A mysterious but highly recommended “private writing coach” who specialized in erotic fiction. His profile was minimal. No face picture, just a black and white shot of strong hands holding a pen. The testimonials, however, were glowing. One writer claimed he completely transformed her career. Another said his methods were “intense but life changing.”

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She turned toward the board and wrote two words in clean, deliberate strokes. Erotic Writing. Oh. It was that ‘shift-in-your-seat’ kind of class the entire time. Less of discomfort, more of… you know what? Maybe it was discomfort all through. Didn't exactly feel “hot” hearing your fifty six year old lecturer talk about libido and how to make it bend to the rules of literature. By the time the class ended, half of my mates were either zoned out or creeped out. “Your assignments for the day are already up on the class platform. Submission’s three days from now. Please don't force my hand” she closed her textbook, the usual sign that we could leave now.