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He was very tired upon getting back, the exhaustion of his mind more prevalent than the exhaustion of his body. Then the next day came. His editor Lucy video called him to report to him that she managed to push through majority of his short stories into another horror collection series. The good news made him smile for a while and he sincerely thanked Lucy for her effort. He was happy since the royalties from published paperbacks were higher than what he was getting from online publishers. The larger his part in a collection, the larger his share too. After all, the online market was just really not into horror, but romance and fantasy.

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By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created. "You're nuts," her friend Christina kept telling her. "Either that or missing a bet." "What do you mean?" "Why not try writing them down and publishing them? Hell, everyone and their aunt are into selfpub these days. Write the stories, get a good editor, pay for the mechanics and make some money on these." But Jamie always gave her a dismissive shrug. "I don't know. I'm not sure they're that good. I really just make them up for myself."

Yes, not even a single dollar, and even for TCM, my earnings from six months are only 85$, which I can't withdraw until it reaches the point. So, if you were in my shoes, would you continue to write for no pay, with no motivation, just to see your efforts go to waste? Believe me I would have continued writing because I still have two more plots ready but my parents think I am wasting my time and not doing any work because for my parents I don't have anything to show them and I think they have a point because they are worried that I keep writing all night but they can't see any result so they suggest I look for some other work which can cover my expenses though writing has my heart I am goin

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Kiara After completing the final step of the revision process, I send my manuscript to three different publishing houses. The thought of being rejected again lingers in the back of my mind, whispering doubts about my future as a writer. I mean, if it happens, I'll still have some time before I run out of money, but what happens if I don't get a book contract before I'm broke? I'll end up on the street, begging my parents to move back in while I hear Lavender and Jordan fucking every night in the next room. The thought curdles my stomach, the ramen I just ate threatening to come back up.

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

“The receptionist told me to see you submit my script.” I widened my eyes at that. “Your script?” He nervously chuckled, the sound warm and calming just like his features. “Uh…I am a writer and want you to look over my script.” Usually, traditional publishing follows some strict rules, sending scripts through email and whatnot. Since we were already on the verge of bankruptcy, no one approached us anymore. Standing up, I motioned towards the empty chair, my face heating up. “Yes, sorry, please sit.” “I called yesterday, but the lines were unreachable….” He swiped his tongue over his lip. “So I thought to come in person and hand over my script.”

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To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement. I quickly scribble my ideas on a notepad whose cover had a Miss.OG designed on the inside with my special signature on the bottom. It's my secret diary where I write all my dirty stuff for the novels. Generally stuff that I gather from behind closed…stall doors. I'm a pretty successful writer but recently I've been running out of luck. I never thought I would be this famous. It had all started from a tiny story that I'd written for a men's magazine, a nerd satisfying her hidden fantasies of a hot blonde haired man giving me the night of my life inside a classroom and the next thing I know, I'm being called to their