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“I can see potential in your story from the little I’ve seen so far. It’s a new company so I am actively recruiting for good authors. I don’t mind any lack of professional writing experience.” Leo had to express some skepticism even though it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. “Do you really think my gay smut novel could be a bestseller? It’s a niche genre compared to straight romance.” He thought his novel was good, yet he knew he had to be realistic about how much money it could make him. The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight.

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I just don’t know where to begin publishing the script. Who should I talk to? Which company should I contact, I just left it. I will keep writing and see what happens. But as for my novel, they are making it big on the writing platforms. So far I have earned 19 thousand dollars from one site with ten books. On other sites, I just earned a few bucks because I’m not focused on them. I can’t wait to withdraw the money and use it for something meaningful. What it could be is what I just

"Still thinking? I brought this up three months ago. You said you'd consider it, and I've given you time, but now it's been months and you still haven't given me a clear answer." Mindy frowned. "We've worked together for years. You know I write short to mid-length suspense thriller novels, about 200,000 to 300,000 words. Now you want me to switch to writing web novels, which just doesn't fit my style!" "But aren't they all novels? How can they not fit? Literature is universal; there's no such thing as a mismatch!" Edith's tone became more serious, and her smile disappeared. Mindy said, "First, web novels are usually really long, often over a million words. Second, genres like urban romance a

Selena sat in front of her MacBook, typing furiously as she continued writing her latest mystery novel. She had always been passionate about writing ever since she was a little girl and had often imagined herself as a famous author in her own right. The book she was currently working on was a murder mystery set in a small town in Maine. The protagonist was a young detective named Lily who was trying to solve the mysterious murder of a wealthy businessman. As Selena wrote, her imagination ran wild, crafting plot twists and cliffhangers that would keep her readers on the edge of their seats.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to make myself open my computer for the rest of the day. I'll only have a few hours before the boys get home, anyway." "What do you do?" It felt so much better that I had an answer to that question now. "I'm a freelance editor. I do editing for several online magazines and publishing houses whenever they need it." "Really? Do you do, like, novels, and things?" "Sometimes. I do more articles, sometimes small publishing and short stories, anthologies, things like that. This week I've been doing instruction booklets for a Norwegian small appliance company trying to break into English markets."

Hey my lovely readers, I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you all for the lovely reviews and support. This is my first novel with Goodnovel (although not my first), and it will be the first of many! The platform is absolutely a joy to work with, and you readers make me smile every day with your comments and gems. Just knowing my book is appreciated is enough to keep me writing.

"Why copywriting?" "Because I'm good at it." "That's not what I asked. About the novel writing" I picked at the label on the wine bottle. I never said anything about writing a novel." I said boldly, even though I remembered telling him. "You did. You mentioned it at Mel's." I finally became serious. "Novels don't pay bills," I said. "Taglines do." "But do you still want to?" The question caught me off guard. No one asked me that anymore. Not even Maya.

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

On the big wall monitor the global distribution numbers for her network were a sea of green. For fifteen years Avery had written under a lot of pressure, always checking her numbers to make sure she could pay off her family debt. Now the system she and Leo had built was strong and running smoothly. Across GoodNovel and NovelSnack millions of readers were accessing her books directly. She was no longer an author; she was in charge of her own domain.