Plotting A Novel Novels & Stories

I'll spend a lot of time plotting it so that it can be a better story than the rest. Please do support my other works here! It'll be amazing to see your feedback. Thanks again for the support! Love Tea tae

Some of these artworks would be released first or stay exclusive to my I****t tiers, because they might be too explicit for social media, and I’m also trying to offer more to my subscription. 2.I have hopes of pushing this book to Kin.dle and Paper back pub.lishing. This might not be any time soon because I’m swamped with other projects. But I’m thinking next year or late 2024, I’d start the process. First, I’d have to do a deep revision and rewrites of certain parts, offer a better world building which was excluded currently because most web novel companies don’t want that, and give you the best version of this novel. Whenever it’s available, it’d be made known on my social media.

Its title is Persephone’s Pomegranate, a novel it based the game on. I rarely read romance novels. When I looked at the synopsis, the plot seemed promising.

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How did he know she wrote novels, aside from a few friends who played well, how did he know? Devon looked at her and smiled, "To be honest, it's the first time I've read this type of novel. It feels good, depicting the girl's thoughts delicately. Just write the textual planning based on the feeling of writing novels, I believe it will touch people's hearts." He flipped through the desk calendar, "Although you're mainly responsible for the textual planning, there are probably some images in your mind that only you know. Try to take some materials yourself this time, I think we'll need them."

I chuckled. She tilted her head and said, “I have heard of this somewhere before.” Thinking for a while, she said, “Right, it’s Phoenix. I remember that Phoenix said something like this in the preface of her novel. She said that she would not add any useless plots to her works. She would not create unnecessary misunderstandings to extend the story. And she would never compose any scene in which the protagonists refused to make themselves clear by several words when they can.” “You remember it so clearly,” I said.

I smiled and took a shower to go downstairs. Despite what had happened in the woods, I felt strong enough to try to continue my new novel outside. So I got everything ready to go downstairs with the stuff. Loreta saw me and smiled. “Would you like me to carry your breakfast down to the pool table?” She asked, and I nodded. “I'd appreciate it; I'm going to spend the day there,” she said gratefully. I delved into the novel and checked for plot holes that might be generated from the main conflict. After that I ate breakfast and made a list of notes. When Loreta reappeared, I looked at her doubtfully.

No lights were on, but the large, uncovered windows let the moon flood the space in silver. Nova stepped inside slowly. It looked like a study. Shelves lined the walls, some filled with books, others with notebooks. Near the far wall, a desk sat, cluttered but organized. Beside it, a tall cabinet with glass panels revealed rows of neatly stacked black leather journals. Nova picked one. Her fingers trembled as she opened it. It was a sketchbook. And every single page… was of her. Some drawings were full-body, her shelving books, sipping tea, walking down a rainy sidewalk with her hair wrapped in a scarf. Others were close-ups, her eyes mid-laugh, the curve of her cheek when she smiled, her fi

Many times. The outline I started with isn't the story you just finished reading. Characters changed. Plot twists appeared out of nowhere. Some scenes refused to cooperate. Others surprised me so much that I had to throw away my original plans. There were days I stared at a blank page wondering if I had made a terrible mistake by trying to write my own book. But somehow... Here we are. The End. Is this a perfect novel? No. Not even close.

I nearly blurted out in a giggle at how cute he was. Straightening my face, I stretched out my hand to take his book. He gave it to me and I smiled. "You've made the right decision coming to me, my friend." I said in a teasing tone. Dean obviously didn't smile, rather, he just glared at me waiting to see the end of what I meant to say. "Okay, so before you start, you should have at least known the basics. Elements of a good novel, right?" He nodded. "Characters, um...your plot and stuff?"