Write A Book Fast Novels & Stories

He had literally changed my entire life and I was so grateful for him and my new family. I spent the rest of the night on my laptop beginning the writing of the first draft of my first book. I knew that the chances of me actually getting published were slim, but I was feeling so lucky lately that I had to write it and try. I finally went to bed around midnight, only to wake up four hours later and head downstairs to the kitchens. I wanted my pack to know that their "pack princess" wasn't too good to get her hands dirty, so I put in my headphones and got to work doing my favorite thing in the world to do. I needed to be done by seven so I could train with Alana, but I had done this so many ti

Don’t worry, I will keep it quite short, since I am still working on the next chapters and I don’t want to interrupt the flow. You may not know, but I don’t plan my books in advance. I see the story, but the details come to me while I’m writing. This is how I work. All of my stories are the result of ‘instant inspiration’ (I don’t know if such a thing exists, but it’s the best definition.)

It really helps the book reach more readers! More secrets. More tension. More fire. See you in the next chapter. Mel❤️

Nothing demanding reinvention. She had to learn how to live without friction. The second book took shape in fragments rather than chapters. Short sections. Observations. Small truths that didn’t argue for themselves. She wrote about staying. About choosing the same values even when no one was watching. About how growth isn’t always visible, sometimes it looks like repetition done with care. She didn’t tell the publisher yet. She wanted the work to exist before it was witnessed. One afternoon, Serena received a message from someone she hadn’t thought about in years. A former colleague. Someone who had once benefited from her silence.

This is the story of the floor I was standing on when I learned to do it. She stopped. She read the words back to herself. It wasn't a speech. It was slower, far more interior—a quiet, breathing thing that didn't feel the frantic pressure to resolve itself in a twenty-minute climax. She realized that the slowness she had feared was actually the entire point. Speeches landed and ended. Books stayed. A book would live inside a stranger at three in the morning. It would be kept on a nightstand, returned to in moments of quiet desperation, its margins heavily underlined.

Hehe, I'm sure some of you thinks she's just a cranky old lady, but she is one of my favorite additions to the cast and kind of my own way to vent against certain aspects of my own characters, lmao. In other words, she allows me to whine on Jace and I love it. • Why the short chapters? When I first started writing back in 2018, I use to make MEGA long chapters and I mean, INSANELY long! My first book, Laws of the Pack, had an average of around 5000 words per chapter which lead me to have very frequent writer blocks since I had to constantly think of extra text or out of no where context to fill up the gaps. And let's all agree on something; my English isn't very rich so my writing is very pl

Anna took several gulps of water and continued. “Usually it would take months for a new book to go from submission to distribution, but with the Festival of Books in two weeks, I’d like to have it ready for early pre-release.” “That is unusual,” Arthur stated. “As long as you send the agreed upon advance, I don’t see any problem. How does that sound, Nate?” “Yeah, it sounds fine,” Nate stammered. From the moment his hand had touched Anna’s at the start of the meeting, his mind had been focused on something else that had very little to do with business. Whatever Arthur told him, Nate didn’t have any objections to anything Anna wanted.

she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!” A shaky breath escapes me, warm and disbelieving. “That good?” “Gawdd girl,” she throws her arms up, “this is the key to the fucking world!” She’s full crying, full praising, full chaos. “Oh my God, we have to start working on this, making perfect chapters, we gotta prepare the best title and within three months we have to….” “Hey hey hey, calm down supergirl!” I snap my fingers gently. “The thing is…I want to pace this book at my own timing. I want to do it…my way.”

Atomic Habits by James Clear. I finished the first chapter before my alarm finally rang. I turned it off, sat up, and wrote down the lessons I learnt from the chapter. It's just the first chapter and I've written half a page full of lessons. All I wanted to do was just lie in bed and read the book all day, but I have things to do. I reluctantly roll out of bed, brush my teeth, wash my face, do my skin care, and change into my yoga clothes, moving with practiced ease.

The fastest way was to write a book, and fortunately, he was about to visit the literature club after the class. Why did Monica decide to become a writer? There were a lot of reasons for that, but the first reason was that last night, Monica had promised Miu to visit her club and her club was a literature club, which was why he thought to write a book. The second reason was that, unlike other art performers that were quite mainstream in this country such as mangaka, singer, or actor that would take a lot of his time, if he became a writer, he could write his book in his free time and with his physical ability, it would be very fast for him to write down the manuscript so it wouldn't take a l