Printable Novel Planning Template Novels & Stories

“Thank you so much!” “So,” I say. “How many clients could you realistically handle initially?” For the next hour we discuss timelines, marketing strategies, supplier relationships, and approximately a thousand other details. I contribute where I can… which turns out to be less often than expected, and an experience that I find strangely refreshing. By the time the clock chimes two in the afternoon, we have twelve pages of notes, a list of potential contacts, and what appears to be the beginning of an actual business plan. She stares down at everything spread across the table. The notes. The sketches. The future. For a moment she says nothing, then:

“The problem is we don’t even have a plan! There are only four groups left before it’s our turn—if we go up and improvise, we’ll make complete fools of ourselves!” “Even if we only get one point, at least we won’t be eliminated.” I took four notebooks out of my bag, flipped through them, and handed one to her. “Besides, it’s not like we don’t have a plan.” Yanshasa took the notebook, her round eyes widening instantly. “You… you actually finished an entire plan in one night?” “Not last night—two or three weeks ago.” Her mouth fell open as she flipped through it in disbelief. “Before? But this is a Ghostsmith and Demon Suppression Officer combination. Did you already predict that idiot would b

Everly waited at the apartment the next morning, unable to focus on anything productive while Nathaniel met with Diane Kirchner, the final undecided board member whose vote would likely determine whether the entire month of exhausting preparation had been enough. She busied herself with her half-formed business plan, the one she'd sketched out on a grocery receipt weeks earlier, now filled out into something more substantial across several pages of a proper notebook. It helped, marginally, having something of her own to focus on that had nothing to do with boardrooms or reporters or the accumulated weight of everyone else's crises.

I took a shaky breath, wiped the tears that had started to fall and got to work. After booking everything and marking the dates in the planner, I’m happy I decided to stop by the store on my way home to get a new planner and colored pens with matching highlighters so I can keep each of the brothers’ schedules separate and be able to manage their schedules for when they’re together. As well as my days off and more.

Cole opened the drawer, and a map like something he had planned before, so I asked, “Cole what is this?” “This is the PLAN.”