Person Writing Novels & Stories

Please. I smiled widely as I typed. He was so cool. Me: Call me itchy fingers. Mystery man: Oh! Interesting. So, is there a story behind that name? I let out a breath before going back to typing. Me: Yeah! As the name sounds. My fingers are always itching to write everyday. Mystery man: So which means you write everytime your hands itches you? Me: Don't let me fool you, you are a writer like me, so I'm sure you can relate. You know there are times you really do want to write, but something comes upon you and you end up not writing more than a hundred words.

I met Black Crimson in person, and it changed my life. Article or no article, I had to tell this story. It was brewing and bubbling inside me, and as I kept typing, the words kept coming, and it felt really good. It didn’t matter that no one was ever going to read it. This was what I loved to do. And it felt as if I couldn’t move on to find another dream to pursue until I did it. So I continued. I was about halfway through the piece by the time I got off work, and I felt so good about what I’d written that I immediately texted Brick as I walked to my car.

From a young age, I have always dreamed of writing a book that people all over the world would want to read. I once heard someone say, "If you are a writer and people don’t read your books, then you have written a journal." This quote stuck with me and made me realize that the real goal of writing is to create something that others want to read and enjoy.

" He said unashamedly using my words back at me "Wow!!!!!! Just Wow.......... Using my words against me Fine but I can't exactly tell you what to write it has to be from you, your own words to her or doesn't qualify as a personal touch" I said explaining to him why it had to be from him "Okay, but you are still going to help and it is just a little hard right? How hard can it be? Less than 50............................." "Please tell me you have written a birthday note before?" I asked eyeing him suspiciously

He read through it not looking for anything specific, just reading, in the way you read something when you're trying to locate the moment a situation became different from what you intended. Her handwriting on the paper forms was small and precise. The section asking for personal motivation had a one-sentence answer. *To create financial stability during an uncertain period.* Honest, direct, no performance in it. He had read it once eighteen months ago and processed it as confirmation that she was a practical arrangement. Tonight it read like something else. A person being straightforward in a document that most people used to tell someone what they wanted to hear.

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

Dear Readers, As I sit down to write these words, my heart is overflowing with gratitude. This book — my very first — is more than just a story. It is a piece of my soul, carved out over years of unexpected challenges, personal storms, and quiet triumphs. There were moments when life felt too heavy, when writing seemed impossible, and yet, somehow, I kept returning to these pages.

Also this is the first time I am attempting to write in first person point of view, so please bear with me while I learn and hone my skills. Happy reading, Daisy Chaseley.

Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ───── 𓆙 ───── With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💋