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“You’re giving people too much credit lately.” “I’m giving them appropriate credit,” I said. He didn’t respond immediately, then said, “You ready?” I looked out at the audience again. “Yes.” He nodded once and stepped slightly aside so I could take the microphone fully. I tapped it lightly. “Hi.” The room quieted. “I didn’t think I’d ever be standing here doing this,” I said. “Not like this.” A few people laughed softly. I continued. “When I started writing this book, it wasn’t to explain myself. It wasn’t to defend anything. It was just… to tell the truth as I experienced it.”

She was indeed God-sent. I told Nina about my dreams to become a great writer like her someday and she encouraged me to try my hand at my first book. I read one of Nina's books in New York titled STIGMA and I fell in love with it. I never knew I was going to meet the writer of that book someday. Nina had been my role model and the thought of it was motivating me. I began my first book without informing Nina. I didn't want her to know. I wanted it to be a surprise to her. I didn't want her to discourage me by going through the book before I was done writing it. I felt her criticism might discourage me from going on.

Nothing was going to drag me down, yesterday was the last day I shed a tear… at least, until her funeral comes. The first thing on my list was also the most mentally draining: finally deciding to write my very first book. A historical romance about a poor orphaned teenage girl with spiritual powers, forced to marry the prince, also seventeen – to produce a prophesied child destined to save their kingdom. Becoming a writer had been my dream since middle school. Back when loneliness wrapped itself around me like a second skin; no siblings, no friends, no one to talk to. I read novels everywhere: in class, at lunch, during free periods. I avoided people because I knew the moment anyone got clos

I look forward to it actually. Thank you reader, this was my first book and had difficulties because of lack of experience and tight schedule but seeing you people reading it, I feel motivated Thank you once iagin guys. See you in my next book (CEOs love; My little wife is cute)

*NOTE* Thanks for checking out on this book, this is my first time writing a book. I will appreciate it, if you leave a positive comment and also point out my mistakes nicely to encourage me. Please English is not my first language so am really trying my best to write good English for my readers to enjoy my book Pls remember to add my book and vote for me as well. Thank you

we enjoyed each other's company. The first year went on like that and I published my first book TIMELESS... then the second book was published the following year. During my 3rd year I started writing my book.. my real life story.. about the shit my father put me through. That one was hard to title. Hence I was still writing it even today under the title UNTITLED

As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him. [So, what do you think?] [Not bad.] [That's it?] I smiled slightly and had a premium dessert sent out. I would always return favors tenfold. It wasn't a debt to repay, but a lifelong goodwill. And I sent one more text over. [Mr. Reese, perhaps you should strike while the iron is hot.] [Ms. Harmon, have you thought this through?] [Of course.] Since we were already cooperating, I couldn't afford to hesitate on the first move after my rebirth.

I deeply appreciate your presence with me throughout this whole process, thank you genuinely from the depths of my heart. This book is incredibly important to me, not just because it's my first story, but also due to your choice to read it. You assisted my characters in discovering their voice. You brought my dream to life! You've demonstrated that narratives, even those written with some doubt and optimistic expectation, can resonate with someone—can resonate with you.

I want to write the story of a man who understood exactly what he was doing and who he was doing it for, and who did it anyway, and who was right. I write the first page in one sitting. It is not the first page of the book in its final form; it is the first page I write, which is the one where you discover whether the voice is there or whether you are going to have to build it, and the voice is there from the first sentence, which surprises me and does not surprise me. I have been carrying this for a long time. The carrying has built the voice. When I surface from the first sitting it is after three in the afternoon and the light through the window has changed and my right hand aches and I h

All my life, I never knew things would turn out like this. Funny how everything can change in such a short time. But can you ever stop it from changing? I never imagined I'd write this down in a book. Yet here I am. It's the only way to feel free of it. But anyway… let's get started, shall we? My name is Anna, and this is my story.