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I drummed my fingers on my laps as I hummed a familiar tune my grandmother taught me when I was still a child. As a little child, I loved listening to folktales under the moonlight, but now that I'm all grown up, I quenched my anger for good stories by reading novels. Yes, I am bookish. A bookworm, I love reading books, good books. Maybe that was what pushed me into writing, my passion for writing was something that grew up with me and also still lives within me. I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others.

But thinking about that, I don’t even know what company or director would be interested in a novel by an unknown writer. I’m not famous, but my books are famous. My books have been earning thousands which helps me to provide for my daily needs. I’m writing for an online platform where there are millions of readers or users and I’m lucky to be one of the most successful writers it’s hard to get a contract so I’m trying my best to make my novels interesting and exciting but I writer’s block always hinders me from everything so I always finish my book before passing the outline to my editor. “I’ll give you details about the director that I’m close with later,” she informed me, which made me smi

Try to improve my storytelling and writing skills and learn from top books Q8: I have a question I want to ask but it's not my editor's work time, I SHOULDN't: a.Go to GoodNovel's social medias(F*, discord) and ask other authors b.Read GoodNovel Author's guidebook c.Visit Help Center in my GoodNovel personal page d.Message my editor on every social media he/she uses Q9: I want to enter a writing contest, I should: a.Read the contest page carefully and enter accordingly

She put into words all she saw from the moving picture. But she did something else other than tell the truth. She wrote a character that resembled her in those stories. At least, even just in her novels, she would create friends that wanted her. At least, even just in her novels, she would be able to live the life she could never have lived in reality. At least, even if it's just in her novels, she wouldn't be alone. Day and night she wrote and wrote until she filled pages and pages with words of truth. She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore.

Just to make sure, I held a small dinner party and invited them, along with Megan, the sheriff, Max Orwell, and the owner of the town’s weekly paper, Joslin Camp. As I’d expected, Evan and Joslin took an instant liking to each other. It was by listening to their conversation that I learned that Evan started his writing career as a journalist for the New York Post. He eventually grew tired of the rat race and tried his hand at writing fiction. His talent as a word sleuth, combined with his connections in the media world, gave him the foundation to help get the publicity he needed for his first novel to become a best seller. He wrote under a pseudo-name, but I learned that was quite common

She smelled like all of us. “What are you writing?” I cleared my throat. “A novel.” “A sexy, smutty novel?” Chuckling, I picked up the file and handed it over to her. I stared at her face, trying to figure out what she was thinking while she read over my notes. “How many books have you written?” she asked. I hesitated. “Five in a series, this is the last book. I write under a pen name because I don’t want anyone to know my real identity.”

I'm Richard Carter, a writer for a newspaper, magazine, and web novel. I write romance novels that you may come across everywhere – stories where a guy meets a girl in a really unexpected way and they fall in love in the end. However, what I'm about to share with you is not a novel. At least, if it were a novel, it wouldn't be about me; it's about my annoying roommate.

“It’s for my job. I have a few projects coming up. I'm just jotting down some notes.” “And what do you do?” he inquired. “I’m a writer.” “What do you write?” I paused, staring at him for a moment, tapping my fingers on the leather seat. Realizing this conversation was inevitable, I decided to just get through it. “I write novels.” “About what?” "About Fae folk and other magical creatures… They are fantasy books.” I could consider them my history books, but that was left unsaid. "Are your books any good?" he inquired, shifting his gaze towards me. His lips were twisted, like he didn’t believe a word I was saying.

Fiction is meant to evoke emotion, but never at the cost of your mental or emotional health. Everyone processes stories differently, and what is thrilling for one reader may be overwhelming for another. Please proceed with awareness and care. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before you dive into this story, I want to share something personal with you. I wrote this novel when I was just thirteen years old. At the time, I had no formal training in writing, no grasp of complex literary techniques, and very little understanding of storytelling rules. All I had was a vivid imagination, a notebook (or keyboard), and the desire to bring my characters to life.

"It's nothing much. I was just reading a web novel. The author's got a great sense of humor." "What novel is it? I like reading web novels, too. Recommend some good ones to me!" "I've been reading one about a genius doctor. It's pretty interesting. I think the author's pen name… was the Wild Storyteller, or something like that," Serena said. "Considering how good he is at writing, I bet he's good-looking, too!"