Write A Book Fast Novels & Stories

“And when will that be?” Peter looked at his calendar and put a large red circle around July 20. “Man lands on moon, Legal Briefs lands in bookstores.” “That’s only three weeks from now!” Rachel was stunned. “It’s the new age of electronic publishing. We’ll hit the e-book market first. It’s a good way to get some great pre-print publicity. We like to move fast. Speaking of fast, I have another meeting in...” Peter checked his watch, “...five minutes. We have your phone, fax and e-mail, so don’t stray too far from home. In the meantime, start thinking about your next book. I’d like to see an outline by the end of the week. Sandra, always a pleasure.”

Sigh. Have you ever felt that you have to go but cannot make that first step? That is how I feel today. Cassy and Caleb’s story has ended, yet I feel sad at the thought of saying goodbye. I started this story December 2023, and since then, it has brought me so many firsts: * First book with more than 200 chapters, * First book with 200k+ words, * First book with a banner promotion, * First book with highest reads at 70.2k to date, and

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

The book found its publisher in March, through a process that was considerably less dramatic than the content of the book itself, which Killian pointed out was probably appropriate given that the book was largely about the importance of substance over performance. It had taken eight months from the first notes in the kitchen to something that resembled a complete manuscript, and another four months of the kind of revision that was less about changing what was there and more about removing what shouldn't have been, stripping away every sentence that was performing certainty it didn't actually have and every paragraph that was protecting itself from being honest.

Life had been moving at a whirlwind pace these past few months, and this, these simple, slow mornings, were what grounded me. My latest book had been released three weeks ago, and in that short time, it had become something I never dared dream of, a bestseller. I had been proud of my past books, of course, but this one felt different. It was deeply personal, rooted in the love, struggles, and triumphs that Noah and I had shared in building our family. It wasn’t just my story, it was ours, and the world seemed to resonate with it in ways that humbled me.

But I promise you, I spend every second of my free time writing as much as I can because I love this story just as much as you do. The more I write, the more I realise just how massive this book is going to be. It’s easily going to be my longest one yet… and believe it or not, we’re not even halfway there. There’s still so much to unfold, so many layers to explore, and I’m trying my best to keep the pace fast without leaving plot holes behind. So I hope you’ll stick with me for the long haul — we’re going to be on this journey together for a while!

DON'T WORRY THEIR STORIES AREN'T GOING TO BE LONG AS THIS. Well, besides writing whatever I wanted, I wanted to write an extremely long book (because these platforms claimed that longer books earn well, and since I have responsibilities to fulfill, I thought to give it a go:') but trust me, writing long books is really not my thing) so my book will be selected for further promotions and make me more $$$ so I could happily save and spend as I wanted it. Alas, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side:’) I learned this lesson while writing this book. Long or not… We're through.

It’s my fault, really, for not calling and making sure a visit worked for everyone. “Yes. Having the house to myself will be peaceful. I’m hoping to have this book almost done by the time you’re back.” “You can write that much in a week?” Wendy asks. I nod. “I usually take like a month to write a book, well, the first draft. And that’s while maintaining somewhat of a personal life and going to the gym daily. With no distractions or other obligations, I think I can double my daily word count.” “Just remember to shower,” Dad adds with a wink.

“Do fast, call him and tell him to take her away, and also… we will go with them! We can’t possibly leave them in this condition!” Hi Guys, It takes a lot of effort and time to think, write, and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not. If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point, just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to make it spicy and catchy to you all! So, Don't forget to leave a comment and also do review my book as well

Why some packs rose, why others crumbled into dust. Light reading. The kind of thing normal people grabbed when they couldn't sleep. Or when they were secretly unhinged. She didn't consider herself a fast reader, yet the moment she opened it the pages pulled her in, each chapter feeling disturbingly familiar, like scattered memories rising too quickly to the surface. Her brain was doing that thing again, the thing she refused to name, where information locked into place like it had been waiting for her to catch up. She devoured the entire book before he returned. Six hundred pages. In under two hours. She would take that particular detail to her grave.