Novel Writing Ideas Novels & Stories

I avoided thinking about the men from last night and how I promised them that we would talk tomorrow and spent all day writing. It went better than I thought it would. The words kept pouring out and each time I paused and reread what I wrote, it felt right. I even had an idea for a new series but it was a little bit different from my usual style and it wasn’t a very popular and well-accepted trope. I still wrote down my idea even though the chances of me writing it were pretty much zero. No one would want to read about a woman who was in a four-way relationship with three hot werewolves who hated each other but had a shared desire for him and the need to claim her as theirs.

My head kept on overthinking, talking to myself inside my head. Would someone change my decision? Or would I ever get a chance to find someone that is truly a match for me? My soulmate? It's not bad to believe, but somehow, as I realize things, I'm afraid of getting hurt.However, things aren’t like in novels. In novels, you could twist things, make your characters beautiful, sexy, and attractive enough for handsome hunk men. Novels are fantasies to escape reality. That is why I read a lot and write a lot, despite a busy schedule in school. Still, my hobbyin writing is what made me feel something that I wanted.

So they then continue talking about the other things that they want to talk about. Neu and Nimura still focus on doing their work. And not long after that, they then generated an idea. Neu was thinking that maybe the idea that he was thinking will work. So he quickly listed down what kind of idea that he got for the story. He writes the idea that he wants to do. "So, I think that I gonna create a story about a quest to find the hero that will save the world. I was thinking about the alternative story. What do you think?"

Hi. I had a crappy day. Everything went wrong. I locked myself out of the house, thankfully my sister lives nearby. I forgot everything today and was so clumsy. So instead of writing for the stories that I am actually under contract for, I decided to do something else. I have this idea for a new story and there's no pressure to be good, since it's just for fun at this point. So I decided to write the first chapter of a new story, hoping it would get me out of the bad mood I was in.

He raised his brows. "It's just a hypothesis but I want to try all the possibilities, see," She started, "When I was writing a chapter of this story I fell asleep and when I woke up I was in front of this bookstore and I'm very sleepy right now, so I wanted to try writing again, who knows by the time I wake up I'll be in my home," She grinned wiggling her eyebrows. "I don't think I have one," He shrugged, "who uses pen and paper to write these days, anyway?" He frowned.

And, okay, it was only five lines long but it was still a motherfucking spreadsheet, motherfuckers. Finally, she settled into brainstorming up some fresh ideas. Because Aiden was right: even if Milieu rejected her, there were still countless opportunities for frivolous-article writing floating about in the universe. And, no, it wouldn’t make her a billionaire or change the world. But a lot of things that changed the world were actively bad. And this was what she wanted to do.

Mindy's ideas and proposals kept being turned down, with Edith citing they weren't relatable for the current market and thus wouldn't sell. And if Mindy finally managed to plan out the entire novel plot and was raring to go, she would then get a call from Edith saying that she had to change up the plot or else it wouldn't work. By the time Mindy was done changing the plot to what Edith wanted, Mindy would have already lost all interest in writing the novel. Mindy felt troubled. Had her inspiration and imagination both run completely dry? She still had so many stories, plots, and thoughts in her head. Was she simply unable to put her thoughts into words anymore?

Mira's POV I was on the sofa trying to put my thoughts together to write a new chapter of my novel. Seems inspiration left me, I have scattered papers around and pressed a pen to paper thousands times, but no words were written. A water droplet from my still dumped after the bath hair dropped on a paper. Earlier in the bath tons of ideas hit me and I barely drying myself just throw on me a robe, not bothering even to close it properly rushed to write, but inspiration was gone as fast as it came.

My fingers were cramping, my thesaurus was smoking, and I kept picturing my editor sending me an email with only one word: "Seriously?" I realized: I should just end it here, gloriously, before I completely lose my mind, break my keyboard, and start writing about the wallpaper pattern instead. Speaking of losing my mind... I pulled out my notes the other day. When I started outlining this story and figuring out the twists and turns, I came up with almost 60... maybe 50-something... different plot points and outlines just to keep the momentum going. Sixty! Fifty! I lost count! That's how dedicated I was to not making this story boring. That’s like a novella’s worth of rejected ideas!

Overwhelming silence. So, in return, he writes what he feels. He writes what he wants to achieve in his novels. He write those cliche plots, those expected endings, just those little things every hopeless romantic would like to have. The butterflies in the stomach, someone falling head over heels, an enemy x enemy trope, or high school love story. Just those typical stories online. Everything is so ordinary, and yet he still have fun writing them and he thinks that's what matters. He wants to be independent, but to do that, he needs to step out of his comfort zone.