Writing A Novel In November Novels & Stories

A/N The story will be updated with several chapters on 7/25/2022. Thanks for reading my first book with GoodNovel. -Elizabeth Johanne

The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event. So, penny for tour thoughts on a passion sequel? Will Jake return to look through the secrets of the book? Let me know in the comments. As always, thanks for your support and have a great Halloween!

The next moment, darkness occupied me completely. To my readers: How time goes by. It has been around two months since I started to provide my writings to you. It just happened naturally and unknowingly. And the total amount of words is about to achieve 50 thousand. It is quite an exciting and important moment for new novel writers. For me, I couldn't write this novel smoothly without your strong support. I do appreciate that you all can accompany with me in this journey together. I do hope that we can continue to enjoy it and love it as always. TAbraham you for taking your time to read it.

"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.

Elle sat at her table and stared at the laptop, “A romance novel, eh?” She heaved a sigh shaking her head, “What the point it was all cliche, he ate my ears complaining how bad it was.” She pouted sulkily. She opened the laptop regardless and placed her fingers on the keyboard, she closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fine, let’s give it a go,” She nodded determinedly. With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript.

Allen attempted to snatch the notebook from me, but I slapped his hand before he could even reach my desk. “Don’t make me repeat it again, Allen. I am writing a novel, not a drawing. And if I am to draw someone, it must be another person, not Christoph.” Speaking of which, something came up in my mind. A brilliant one. Instead of drawing an image of him, which was pretty obvious, why not make a novel instead? A story of us. He and I against the world. All I have to do is change our names to make it more obscure.

I managed to finish writing my very first draft and about my personal journal— you know the one that is for my eyes only— well, let's just say I have hit a dead end so that project is currently on hold. It would still take at least three months for the completed novel to be published. It has to go through three to four editors to cross-check and make necessary corrections before it can be approved. I was not rushing though but Brenda? She is trying to push the book out while there was still a bit of spotlight on me, you know taking advantage of the situation. “Hey, baby,” Nathaniel murmured burying his face in my neck. “Hey, you ready to go to work?” I asked him feeling that familiar tug tha

Chapter 37: The Architecture of Choice The smell of charred hickory and rosemary rose from the stone terrace mixing with the cool evening air of the estate. Down by the grill Marcus's steady voice and Leo's happy laughter meant the evening was going as planned. Inside the studio Avery stood at the mahogany side table carefully setting up her workspace for the days ahead. Now that her main catalog on GoodNovel and NovelSnack was safe on Leo's decentralized server nodes she didn't feel the pressure of an editor or a deadline. For fifteen years she had been writing non-stop using her words to protect herself from trouble and corporate threats. Finally slowing down felt like a change.

So, thank you all. I am sorry, but I cannot accommodate all your requests because I have to align them to how the story should flow. I got a request for a Riley-Krizzie story, but I already told you earlier that Charles’ story will be the last installment of this book. I can not add more because I realized I have been writing non-stop since December 2023. I needed to take a breather, too. I hope you understand. Plotting a story is easy, but thinking of the scenes, and the dialogues and making all the chapters come up seamlessly was what makes it a bit difficult.

The nineteenth notebook has been open since February — since the argument sentence, since the fourth book's first pages. It is the fullest notebook of the run: forty-four years of practice have produced a year's worth of writing that requires more pages than any previous year. She opens it to the annual review page. November. The forty-fourth review. The same November morning that has been the same November morning for forty-four years and is never quite the same. November. The forty-fourth review.