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It is the only thing that helped me keep my mind off of my husband that was currently serving our country. I was blessed to be able to work at home, because surely the sweats and socks were not appropriate for a workplace. The phone rings and I quickly reach beside me to pick it up, not caring to look at the caller. "There's an author by the name Demiah13. She just started writing her first werewolf novel and I think you should sign her. She shows potential." My boss murmurs into my ear as soon as I pick up the phone. I sighed, getting off the bed. "With all due respect sir but I think you should inform this to another editor. I am booked as it is. I have not even finished editing the book y

What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel? I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has

Natalie wasn’t a stranger at this point. I hesitate. "I'd love to, but I have a ton of work right now. Maybe another time?" "Oh, what do you do?" Natalie asks. "I thought you were a full-time writer, judging by your page." I laugh softly. "I wish! No, I work at Laser Publishing Company." Natalie replies with a wide-eyed emoji. "No way! Laser Publishing? That's huge! I hear they're super selective. What do you do there?" "I'm an editor," I reply, a small sense of pride swelling in my chest. It’s not writing, but it’s close. And it’s a job I got by luck. A job that will determine if I’m staying alive or not.

He asked me again making sure that he heard it right. "Yes.. why?" "I don't know if this rumor is right or not but.. She's a famous writer. My cousin worked in a book publisher company and she saw Roseanne go there a few times." "Writer? What kind or book? Horror? Thriller?" I asked. "Romance." When Josh said that, I laughed my ass off. "Romance? Why is it so hard to believe? She hates men and she has zero interest in relationships but she's a romance writer? I don't believe it.. do you have any prove?" I asked, still laughing.

​She walked toward Nora, her heels clicking on the un-rendered floor with a sound that felt like a Deletion Command. ​"I am the Co-Writer," she stated, circling Nora like a hawk. "I am the one who corrected his grammar, the one who suggested the 'Son-in-Law' trope to make it more marketable. And I am the one who is going to Divorce the Narrative." ​The Erasure of the Romance ​The Co-Writer didn't use a sword or a virus. She used Redaction. ​She tapped her red pen against the wooden table, and the "Permanent Residency" suite of the Pierre Hotel—the memory of Nora’s comfort—simply turned into a Tacky Studio Apartment. The silk curtains became moth-eaten polyester.

Maybe some of you readers already know me if you are also on Wattpad and Dreame but not leaving things on probablity, here's a small introduction of me. So I am Red (already mentioned) and I had been a writer for almost five years now on various platforms. I am an incurable romantic and live in my own fantasy world of K-dramas and books which is not very feasible in reality. So, I turn my imaginations and dreams maybe into my books that are gratefully loved by readers so far. I am basically a romance writer but I like to experiment as well so I hope in the upcoming days and years that I spend with my Goodnovel family here, we would get to share many interesting stories together!

My jaw dropped in disbelief and so did Chris', "Wait, are you serious?" "I am not in the habit of making jokes when it comes to things like this, Grace." Her tone proved that. "I want to have your novel published immediately and I am offering you a job as a writer in Spring Publishing House and it would be quite important to add that it is one of the most outstanding publishing houses in the whole of England." I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. She had offered me my dream all in one sentence. I've always wanted to write a romance novel and get it published.

“If I could find a job that involved reading romance books we would be good to go. I just don’t like interacting with people too much to be honest with you. People make me nervous.” “You know I could get you a job doing that if you would be interested. I actually own a company that publishes books. We haven’t taken on romance books just yet, but if we had someone who would enjoy reading a whole lot of them everyday to see if they are worth publishing or not, we could add that on.” “What? You are joking right?”

"Because having someone who knows precisely how you like your coffee and continues to make it for you every morning? That is not a luxury. That is essential infrastructure for a fulfilling life." Grace chuckled, but she could feel the reality of his words sink into her heart. Grand gestures and theatrical vows of love were appropriate for films, but true partnership was founded on little, constant acts of caring. "Speaking of infrastructure," she quipped, "I need to tell you something." Max's attitude changed significantly, with the familiar wariness flashing across his features. "What kind of something?" "The good kind." My editor wants to offer me a contract for two additional novels. One

Miss James intercepted and everyone's laughter drowned. The urge to smack her jabbering mouth nudged me incessantly, but I held still. I would never want to put my job on the line for silly rivalry thingy. ..... I returned home and found Zoey in my room. She looked at me for a second and hugged me closely. " How was being an editor today? " " Junior editor " I corrected, cringing at the sound of it. " It's just a job designation, you're still an editor" " I hope so, the fact that Jesse's fiancee is my boss makes things so hard. She sent me to get her coffee" I complained, my voice shook and I was on the brink of tears.