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Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I run my fingertips over the keys and let out a deep sigh. The blank screen stares back at me, waiting for me to start writing a new story. I type in the title. GUARDIANS OF THE GOLDEN EYED WOLVES. This story is going to be short, about two hundred pages only, and I plan on getting it published out there in hard copy with the help of Embers friend who works for one of the most important publishing companies in Blackwood. Smiling before I start writing the outline, I type down. By Author Haven Richmond Blackwood.

Hopefully, he's a big, strong animal that will make me feel like I'm more than a large woodland creature. I can feel my deer, Holly, getting upset with me, so I'll stop whining. I'm just tired of wandering around alone. Billings, Montana, is nice, but perhaps I should consider going somewhere bigger with more single men. I work as a receptionist for a local real estate company. Even though the agents work on weekends, the main office is closed, so I'm walking around the city, just as I do every weekend. I keep expecting my mate to fall into my lap.

I just don’t know where to begin publishing the script. Who should I talk to? Which company should I contact, I just left it. I will keep writing and see what happens. But as for my novel, they are making it big on the writing platforms. So far I have earned 19 thousand dollars from one site with ten books. On other sites, I just earned a few bucks because I’m not focused on them. I can’t wait to withdraw the money and use it for something meaningful. What it could be is what I just

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

Dear Reader, My editor and the people of GoodNovel haven't resonded to a single email or checked my edits in over 2 months now. They own Middle Land but they haven't been forthcoming about anything else. They refused to acknowledge my completed work that was up for competition: Talk Dirty to Me. They said this book would sign as exclusive and it's non-exclusive, so I don't get the benefits of being a writer from this story. I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels.

Chapter 1 Lily’s POV Goddamn it, I need at least three hundred dollars tonight or I’m completely screwed for tomorrow get-together. How do I even ask for money? I muttered the words under my breath as I sat in my gaming chair, heart already beating faster from the mix of stress and that dirty thrill I always get right before I start a show. I grabbed the bottom of my tiny black crop top and yanked it down hard, forcing the thin fabric to barely cover my nipples.

i've loved the support so far. i was thinking about the reason I haven't heard back about the contract and I think it's because they're waiting for the month to end. If you sign a new story you'll get a signing bonus and if you write enough words you'll get another bonus. I think they're probably just waiting. We'll see ina few days if I was right. lol It's lunch time here now and I am still in my payjama's. so i will stop writing now and get dressed.

Grace queried. "I just got a new story idea and the amazing thing is that I can now publish it on an online platform. I applied for a contract, so I just have to write several thousands of words to ensure I get accepted," Penny said in a rush. "That's great, I know how much you've been complaining about writing on papers. So what's the story about?" Grace smiled, sitting on the couch while Penny stood in front of her. "The story is based on you and Enrique. Your situation with your boss/fake billionaire boyfriend is a catchy storyline and I'm going to enjoy writing it," Penny said, smiling.

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