Printable Novel Planning Template Novels & Stories

“Just Sadie.” “Right. Sadie, I think we need portfolios to fill in those blanks. Since we are a starting company, it doesn’t matter if it’s in development. We need images, a page mobile application template of reading app, booking, restaurant menu, graphs, utilities. Something like that.” “I agreed.” The woman in a brown dress. “Could we break the normal font?” Everyone chuckled. “I don’t see why not.” “Yeah. I think I had enough of that. I can see it everywhere.”

“No deadlines that do not make sense.” “No compromises that silence the work.” “Then we’re agreed.” I looked down at the key in my hand. It was warm now. Julian reached into his coat again and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He laid it on the table beside the key’s spot. “Blueprints,” he said. “Just rough ones. I sketched them last week. You don’t have to use them.” I opened the page. It was a layout of the space, annotated in pencil. One section labeled “Studio,” another marked “Community showcase,” and another marked simply, “Quiet room.”

If this was going to work, I needed a plan—a solid one. I grabbed a notebook and pen from the coffee table, flipping to a fresh page. "Alright," I murmured to myself, "let's figure this out." At the top of the page, I scrawled in big, bold letters: FAKE RELATIONSHIP PLAN: Step 1: Backstory: I tapped my pen against the paper, thinking. If we were going to convince my family that Julian and I had been dating for months, we’d need a believable backstory. I wrote down a few ideas:

he added, breaking the silence as he rested his arms against the table, "son, what else have you written down that you would like to share with us this morning?" Looking back down at the papers I flicked through them, observing everything I wrote the night before, hoping that there was a great idea somewhere between my grasp. "I have a plan and I hope that you will like it this time, council. We can do something unexpected and this is what we will do!" I started, smiling at them eager to share my idea. Standing up from my seat I turned the page to show them the scruffy drawings of my plot. "Well," I shifted my hand towards the first drawing on the top part of the paper, illustrating my plan

I grabbed my notebook from the bedside table and opened a blank page. Wishlist. I huffed under my breath at how childish it looked, remembering Christmas lists from years ago. My dad used to fill most of them. Travel. Apartment. Business. I stared at the words. It looked like something a teenager would write, not someone planning her life. I tapped the pen against the paper, crossed out the apartment, and wrote home instead. I created a spreadsheet, dividing expenses, investments, and savings. Numbers filled the screen while I mapped everything out in my head. This part for Mom. This part for James’s college. This part for starting something on my own.

Chapter 073 Nicole I pressed my lips together and tilted my head to glance at Savanna, who was busy jotting down every word Miss Alison was saying. Meanwhile, I just leaned back in my chair, quietly listening and mentally noting her words. "Realistic Excellence Company needs a project plan. I want each of you to start drafting one right now and show it to me when you're finished. That’s how I’ll decide who has the best idea," Miss Alison glanced at her watch, and I pulled out my phone to gather info about Realistic Excellence Company. "You have twenty minutes to finish it. I’ll be back shortly."

Later that afternoon Nova returned carrying what appeared to be a business proposal. Naturally. Interesting. Very interesting. She placed several papers directly in front of Adrian. “What is this?” “The garden initiative.” He stared at the title page. There was a title page. Of course there was. The Garden of Tomorrow Project. Adrian closed his eyes briefly. “There is a logo.” “Branding matters.” “There is a budget.” “Financial planning matters.” “There is a five-year development projection.” Nova looked offended. “Long-term vision matters.” Mrs. Holt walked past carrying lemonade.

While the other groups enthusiastically exchanged suggestions, Maeve was seriously writing down schedules, budgets, and a checklist of everything that needed to be done. "Okay," she said while looking at the whiteboard. "First, the venue. Then the performers. After that, the sponsors." Keiv quietly placed a folder on the table. "I already did it." Maeve looked at him. "What's this?" "The initial timeline." She opened the folder, and her eyes widened instantly. Everything was complete. There was a calendar, an estimated budget, a contingency plan, emergency contacts, an alternate schedule in case of rain, and even a draft seating arrangement.

She had always been good at reading rooms. The leather notebook came with her. She'd bought three more in Paris — different sizes, same quality — and had been filling them in a way that was less diary and more architecture. Plans, timelines, targets. The business she intended to build alongside the Winters Holdings work. The steps she had mapped out over two months of mornings by the window. She wrote at the top of a fresh page: *Start here. Stay honest. Build forward.* Then she drew a line under it and started filling in the first set of actions.

I peer at it curiously. “What are you working on?” I ask. Harry smiles and holds it up for me to see. “It’s a floorplan of this place. I figure it will help with planning. I was also going to sketch up a few of the ideas we wrote down last time. Your co-owner wanted a budget summary right? So we should start a break down of what spells you want to use and how much the ingredients cost, then we can come up with a proper plan and…why are you staring at me?” "