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I used to get stuck in the endless cycle of plotting, worrying about pacing, structure, and word count. Writing started to feel more like a chore than the creative escape it once was. That’s when I decided to ditch the stress and try something new—a method I now call The Eight Chapter Method.

It’s something I came up with after struggling to finish projects. I told myself: “What if I wrote the entire book in just eight chapters?” No strict structure. No perfect pacing. Just pure, messy storytelling.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘:

💡 I cram the whole book—plot, character arcs, major moments, and even some dialogue—into eight chapters. It’s rushed, chaotic, and beautifully imperfect. But it works. I don’t worry about word count or whether everything flows seamlessly. I just write.

Once those eight chapters are done, I go back with a clearer view of the story. That’s when I start breaking down the chapters, expanding scenes, smoothing transitions, and cutting what doesn’t fit. It’s like having a rough sketch before painting the final picture.

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆?

✍️ It keeps the excitement alive.

⏳ I don’t get bogged down by perfectionism.

📖 I see the whole story faster, making revisions less overwhelming.

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

✸𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark fantasy, romance, new adult.

✸𝐩𝐨𝐯: Ellowyn & Roman.

✸𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬&𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: death; change of power; facing darkness; family; desire to escape; disillusionment and dreams; faith versus doubt; fate and free will; moraly grey characters; illusion of power; greed as downfall; identity crisis; supernatural; gods; individual versus society; inner versus outer strength; loss of innocence; love and sacrifice; manipulation; power & corruption; devotion; lgbtq+; tragedy.

✸𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: blood; murder; violence; classicism; gaslighting; manipulation; death; abuse; cannibalism.

✸𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: planning / writing.

⟢𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In the kingdom of Mireap, where half-demon Essebris hold sway, Ellowyn and Roman are thrust into a deadly dance of deception and destiny. Ellowyn, resurrected to fulfill a deadly bargain, grapples with newfound hunger and the consequences of defying death. Meanwhile, Roman, destined for the throne, battles against unknown assailants and his father's unraveling sanity. As time dwindles and shadows deepen, their intertwined fates ignite a cascade of chaos, unraveling chilling truths that could reshape their world.

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤:

—by @mandhos

—by @annazees

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about anonymity in writing. In a time where authors share their lives, personalities, and even their faces as part of their brand, anonymity doesn’t seem much of a popular choice. I don't know, I could be wrong. (Personal experience from what I've seen. Writeblr is an exception to this)

And to be clear—I don’t think there’s anything wrong with writers sharing themselves publicly. Some people thrive in that space, and it’s beautiful to see authors connecting with readers in a deeply personal way. But I’ve realized that’s not for me. I don’t feel the need to be seen or known outside of my stories. My words, my worlds, my characters—that’s what I want to leave behind. Not the online presence I would have cultivated. Just the stories themselves, standing on their own, hopefully continuing to resonate long after I’m gone.

We often talk about writing as an extension of self, but does it have to be an invitation into the self? Can an author exist separately from their work and still be meaningful? I believe so.

That’s the kind of legacy I want. One where my name—if it even matters—becomes secondary to what I create. I want my books to find their way into hands that will love them, without needing my face attached to them. I want my characters to live in the minds of readers, without the distraction of knowing too much about the person who created them. And, honestly? I want the freedom of existing outside of my own work, of not having to perform a version of myself for the sake of visibility.

Maybe that’s an unpopular take in an era where social media thrives on who we are just as much as what we make. But I think there’s power in remaining unseen. In letting the art breathe on its own, without a creator’s presence looming over it. In knowing that even when I step away, the stories will still exist, moving forward without me.

So, here’s my question: Is there still space for anonymity in writing? Can we allow authors to fade into the background while their work takes center stage? Or is the nature of storytelling too intertwined with the storyteller now?

✸𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: planning / writing.

⟢𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In the kingdom of Mireap, where half-demon Essebris hold sway, Ellowyn and Roman are thrust into a deadly dance of deception and destiny. Ellowyn, resurrected to fulfill a deadly bargain, grapples with newfound hunger and the consequences of defying death. Meanwhile, Roman, destined for the throne, battles against unknown assailants and his father's unraveling sanity. As time dwindles and shadows deepen, their intertwined fates ignite a cascade of chaos, unraveling chilling truths that could reshape their world.

✶ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: dark fantasy, new adult.

✸𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: writing.

⟢𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: In The Ivy Academy, young witch Winslow joins one of the three prestigious witch academies, only to witness the mysterious death of a girl on her very first night. What follows is a downward spiral as her abilities grow dangerously unstable, and her mind is plagued by disturbing visions and haunting voices. With the discovery of the dark truth behind her parents' death, Winslow is consumed by a need for revenge. As her demon familiar, Aries, nudges her deeper into chaos, the witching world is about to face an upheaval like never before.

✶ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: urban fantasy, new adult, supernatural.