Write A Novel In A Month Novels & Stories

"It is what's best for her. I assure you of that." "Very well then. We leave by sundown." —AUTHOR'S NOTE— Hello everyone, I don't think I've dropped a note before, so please, don't skip already and hear me out. I'm focusing on this work now and I can assure you all daily updates. Probably, with a lot of dedication I'll be putting on my writing, I hope to end this novel this month(or early next month). I'm aiming for about 80k word counts. So, I'll need your support because, you know, it's not easy writing.

"Like, really writing. Not just staring at the screen and sighing dramatically." "I don't sigh dramatically." "You absolutely do. It's your thing." She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "What's this one about?" I hesitated. I hadn't shown anyone my work yet—not the real work, the novel I'd been piecing together for months. It was about a girl who loses everything—her boyfriend, her best friend, her sense of herself—and has to figure out who she is in the wreckage. It was, I realized, not very subtle.

Dear Moon-pies, I sincerely apologize but I must pause this story for the month of July. This wasn't an easy decision, but it was one that I had to make. Right now, I am taking a step back to focus on my other book: Mates BK 2: Remnants of a Betrayed Bond. I began that story before this one and it is way overdue on its completion. For that reason, I want to push through as many chapters as I can by concentrating of that book for July 2025.

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.

“Yes, Ana. You screwed up everything! Now, you will come back to your dull, meaningless life, like nothing happened. Not to mention, you already said a big NO to Simon, if you didn't, you would at least a chance to work on your happiness. But now, there's no going back to that either!” Few more days passed, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I was still going to the swimming pool, but I set the alarm on 5 A.M. to avoid meeting people on the way as much as possible. When I did shopping, I always did it hurriedly, using a well prepared shopping list that made me pack items to the shopping basket without even looking around. After doing those constant, daily activities, all I did was to si

This has been a story that has been five years in the making. This went from a five page 2000 word document that I wrote with the help of a few friends the a well over 40,000 word novel. At this point, I don't have anymore of the story written out. This is due to a career change that takes up most of my time. I hope to continue writing this story and I'm even thinking of a possible sequel, however the process will be much slower than planned.

Hey Sweet Readers! So, after some eight months (that's really a lot. I didn't know so much time had passed honestly), the story is complete. Nora and Striker's story was different from all the stories I ever wrote before. I didn't know what overcame me when I started writing this story and decided to make Nora a crackhead from the beginning *evil laugh*, but I guess, I wanted to try something unique for the first time. I was tired of the usual All Dark Romances with the FL getting tortured and the ML being an a-hole.

Asher was quieter, more thoughtful, but just as stubborn when he wanted to be. Both of them were perfect. And both of them would never know their real father. "How's the writing going?" Sam asked, walking over to where I sat at the picnic table with my laptop. He smelled like sawdust and sweat, and his shirt had a tear in the shoulder I'd need to patch later. "Slowly," I admitted, looking at the document on my screen. Three hundred thousand words of a romance novel I'd been working on for the past two months. "I keep getting stuck on the climax."

I sincerely hope you enjoy it. This book is entirely and purely a work of fiction, the inspiration for this novel came randomly to me in the middle of the night on the 10th of December 2024 and a week after I got to work. I sincerely apologize to anyone who seems in line or offended by the scenes, acts, characters and ideas of this book. While writing this book and at the time of constructing this author’s note, it appeared it would be a standalone but time would tell as the book goes on.

“Good morning, Stephen. To what do I owe this early morning call?” Julie’s day would go downhill if her morning routine ended up interrupted. In the last month, it’d changed so much with Michael’s interest in her changing as it had. He’d returned to work again in his office, so she finally had time for herself. It evoked a blend of positive and negative emotions. She still struggled to get her writing ready for Mike, her editor, to work his magic with it. The idea of what she would do with her novel once Mike completed it caused her to wrestle internally.