Hey! I’m El, I wrote under a pen name, happy to be here and hope to find new ways to boost my writing ! Right now I’m rewriting my book A Greater Fond because I think it could be so much better I’m just struggling on ℎ𝑜𝑤 to make it better. Any advice would be great

Hello everyone! I’m glad to be part of the community once again and I have been enjoying reading through the discussions here. One thing I’ve been thinking about lately is how differently authors approach getting their books discovered by the right readers. There seem to be so many different paths, and I’m genuinely interested in learning what has actually worked for other writers. For those of you who have been through the process already, what’s one lesson you learned about building an audience that you wish you had known when you started? Looking forward to learning from everyone here and getting to know some fellow authors.

Hey everyone, I have been working on improving my prose and I wanted to hear yalls feedback on the first 500 words of my novel. All advice is welcome. Ser Jon Chantlin walks through a thin layer of snow mixed with ash and dry blood. His boots turned the unholy mixture to mush under him. The sent of fire hangs in the air like sweet wine during a spring feast. With a steady eye on Tristane, the High Prince; he takes in the surrounding sight. None of the carnage is new to Jon; neither the sight nor smell of burnt corpses is a matter of disgust for him. Not anymore, at least. Just ahead of him, Prince Tristane stops in his tracks. Ser Jon might be used to this unholy work, but the King’s heir is not. “Bloody hells!” The High Prince says. Picking up his pace to catch up to Tristane, Ser Jon quickly discovers what the Prince is gaping at. Bloody hells! The sight is not exactly new, but Aester be damned if he ever got used to seeing a severed head. Not only the head, every damned limb on the man severed off but pushed back to their natural spots on the body. “Monsters,” Ser Jon whispered to himself. “Best not to look your Highness, we should return to your uncle.” Aester knows I don’t want to look either. “Why?” Tristane blurts out, nearly yelling. “Why would they cut him up and…put him back like this? It makes no sense.” As if sense has anything to do with killing. “I cannot say; I only know that battle turns men to beasts. Now we must return to camp.” Let the footmen deal with the cleanup. “Barbaric,” Tristane says as he shakes his and turns around to face Jon. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He strides past Jon, back the way they came. Their men were already picking up the dead and loading them into wagons by the dozen. Another thing about killing, their no sense nor honor in it. And Aester knows you will not be honored after it. Stange how peaceful men live peaceful lives and are buried in peace. Men of war get no such comfort even in death. I suppose we don’t deserve it.

If you could improve just one part of your publishing journey today, what would it be? ✍️ Writing stronger stories? 📝 Editing your manuscript? 📖 Book formatting? 🎨 Cover design? 🚀 Book marketing? ⭐ Getting more reviews? 📈 Selling more books? Every author has that one area they'd love to improve, and chances are someone in this community has already overcome the same challenge. Share yours in the comments and let's exchange tips, experiences, and encouragement. We all grow stronger when we learn from each other. 👇

I’m excited to be here and connect with fellow writers who enjoy creating new worlds and bringing ideas to life through storytelling. I’m still developing my writing skills, but I’m particularly interested in exploring sci-fi and fantasy. I hope to eventually write stories with memorable characters, interesting worlds, and ideas that can really capture someone's imagination. I’m here to learn more about storytelling and world-building, while also connecting with other writers and hearing about the creative projects everyone is working on. Looking forward to learning, sharing ideas, and seeing where this writing journey takes me! ✍️