I currently working on a long term project of a black man in fantasy world in steam punk raw fantasy world. It is a blast so far. My run time for the project is to put in on the high in Five million words in total for the entire run of my project.
It’s all about the money?
In part yes but not really. It’s the challenge. The game of shooting for the moon as the saying goes and hitting the tallest tree or building. The challenge plus the worth value match of added funds adds to the rush I get from doing it.
What does a five million word project look like? Several years of day in and day out work building upward to mansion that is something worth living in and enjoying the conversations of the people there and the views of dragons flying overhead.
I’m forty years old now by the end of the project I will be older with grey hairs at the end but I will have crafted something interesting and perhaps funny. I have the plan in my head and the key to exploring the the entire world and expanding it out into other stories lies in utilizing the fish out of water scenario to it’s fullest.
I wish I could say there will be a chance I won’t succeed but I can’t even fake that noise. I’m invested for the long haul. Once I get to my five hundred mark I’m going to celebrate for the entire remaining long haul to the top.
What is a 21st century dime novelist and why should you become one? Rated G
You want to get paid for your work. You want earn something for your creative efforts.
You can write at least 2k words a day and you have the ability to finish a story.
You don’t give a damn about the love of the art. Your a business minded person. You are in it for the bag.
How to do it?
Google is your friend by chatgpt is your lover that will give you the sources and companies to turn to.
YouTube. If you can find an audience of people that enjoy a audiobook video or write a script for a content creator then you’ve got a audience and a bag.
Plenty of sites online that will take on your work on their platforms and give a piece of the pie.
Patreon. It’s a good site to build up your people that will grab on to your work and voice.
Research people that make money from writing.
I believe in producing a product of art people value and will pay you for. I’m still a bard I love what I do but I’m also a capitalist. The market dictates the value of what you do.
This project is completed for the most part though I’m still deciding if I want to continue it into the future. In total words 100k plus words and a total of a hundred chapters altogether. The best action fantasy series I have produced yet. For now it is paused.
A thunderstorm and heavy rain woke up Danny Sage from his final rest in bleak dead of night. Shattered memories assaulted his mind of the final battle he had met his end at the hands of two women but he was alive again reborn with a different name and destiny. Exclusively on Webnovel.com
Lady Angela Wells, mage born, half-breed and the chosen consort of ancient powerful being known only as Mr. Big. She has lived a long adventurous life and suffered greatly for prize of being born one with power and the price of suffering for it. Exclusively on Webnovel.com
Both Danny Sage and Angela Wells I am setting up to be long term projects I am working for the foreseeable future. On these novels I plan on building up the fictional world in both books. They are delight to write.
Please give them a look if your interested in a fun ride and dark comedic dark fantasy. I’m on my grind and joying every minute of the work and craft of writing.
Even with the rise of ChatGpt and the like there is still a need for talented writers to help individuals in need for professional writing work. Here are some legit realistic tips of making money as a YouTube script writer.
Here are 10 tips for making money as a YouTube scriptwriter:
Niche Down Your Expertise
Focus on a specific genre or niche (e.g., tech, lifestyle, gaming, or education). Specializing makes you more valuable to clients who want consistent, high-quality scripts within a particular area.
Build a Portfolio
Showcase sample scripts or links to successful videos you’ve written for. If you’re starting, create mock scripts or write scripts for smaller channels to build credibility.
Leverage Freelance Platforms
Join platforms like Fiverr, Upwork, or Freelancer where YouTubers often look for scriptwriters. Optimize your profile with relevant keywords like “YouTube scriptwriter,” “video content writer,” etc.
Network with YouTubers
Engage in YouTube creator communities (Reddit, Facebook groups, Discord, etc.) to network with potential clients. Offer to write a free sample or a discounted first script to prove your value.
Master SEO and Audience Targeting
Learn the basics of YouTube SEO (keywords, titles, descriptions) to ensure your scripts are optimized for searchability. Understanding what the audience wants will improve your script’s performance and lead to repeat clients.
Offer Full-Service Packages
Consider offering more than just scripts, such as research, video ideas, or thumbnail text. The more you can handle, the more valuable and indispensable you become to content creators.
Create a Personal Website
Build an online portfolio on your own website, showcasing your services, pricing, and testimonials. This gives you more professional credibility when reaching out to potential clients.
Keep Up with Trends
Stay updated with the latest YouTube trends. Write scripts that are timely and relevant, which can help creators grow their channels. Your knowledge of trending topics adds to your value.
Offer Competitive Rates and Upsells
Set fair and competitive pricing, especially if you’re new. As you gain experience, introduce premium services such as script revisions, voiceover coordination, or long-form content for higher-paying clients.
Collaborate with Content Creators
Partner with creators on a revenue-share model, where you get a percentage of the earnings for videos you script, especially if you’re working with creators who have growing channels.
These tips will help you establish yourself as a successful YouTube scriptwriter.
These are some tips and tricks I research that seemed to have done well for most writers.
Many web novelists write in a serialized format, with chapters ranging from 1,500 to 5,000 words, posting frequently to keep the audience engaged. Successful web novels tend to focus more on consistency and pacing rather than hitting a specific total word count.
Web novelists can make money through several different avenues, depending on their platform, audience size, and monetization strategy. Here are some of the most common ways:
Ad Revenue:
Websites/Platforms with Ads: Platforms like Wattpad or Royal Road often show ads to readers. Web novelists earn a share of the ad revenue generated by the traffic their stories bring in.
Personal Websites/Blogs: Authors who host their web novels on personal sites can generate income by placing ads, such as Google AdSense, on their site.
Paid Chapters and Subscriptions:
Platforms with Paid Content: Some platforms, like Webnovel, Tapas, and Radish, allow writers to lock chapters behind a paywall, where readers have to pay either per chapter or for early access.
Patreon: Many web novelists use Patreon to offer exclusive content, early chapters, or special rewards to readers who subscribe. Patrons pay monthly in exchange for these benefits.
Crowdfunding and Donations:
Donations/Tips: Platforms like Ko-fi or Buy Me a Coffee allow readers to give direct donations or tips to support their favorite writers.
Crowdfunding: Some writers use platforms like Kickstarter or Indiegogo to raise funds for specific projects, such as turning a web novel into a physical book.
Sponsorships and Affiliate Marketing:
Sponsored Content: Writers with a large following might receive sponsorship deals from companies that want to promote products related to their novel or writing style.
Affiliate Marketing: Authors can include affiliate links (e.g., to books or products on Amazon) on their site or in their work, earning a commission for sales generated from those links.
Publishing Deals:
Traditional Publishing: Successful web novels can attract the attention of traditional publishers, who may offer a book deal, allowing the author to earn royalties from book sales.
Self-Publishing: Some web novelists compile their work into e-books or print books and sell them on platforms like Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP) or IngramSpark.
Audiobook Rights: Authors can also turn their web novels into audiobooks and sell them through platforms like Audible.
Merchandising:
Merch: Once a web novel becomes popular, authors can sell merchandise like T-shirts, posters, or other branded items related to their novel or characters.
Artwork and NFTs: Some authors commission fan art or create digital content (e.g., NFTs) that they can sell to fans.
Film, TV, or Webtoon Adaptations:
Adaptation Rights: If a web novel gains a large following, there’s potential for adaptation into other formats like TV shows, films, webtoons, or manga. Selling adaptation rights can be a lucrative option.
Writing Competitions:
Some platforms hold writing contests where web novelists can earn prizes, money, or contracts for top-performing stories. Winning can also provide exposure and increase readership.
Web novelists often combine several of these strategies, especially those who write serialized stories. Many focus on building a dedicated reader base first before implementing monetization strategies, as long-term success often depends on maintaining a loyal audience.
The progress of my project has been a success for the most part. I have had set backs and failures along the way over the last four months as well.
133k words in total.
39.5k views
2 fans.
This is series that spans about five books currently with extensive themes in modern magic combat and old western feel of a lone gun man against army of monsters. Including themes of Isakai and time travel.
2. James Potter and the staff of the magi. Finshed.
3. James Potter and the duel of the dragons. Finished
4. James Potter and the heir to Merlin. Finished
5. James Potter and the Lady of the Lake. Ongoing
Books 1-4 set up the lore and backdrop for happens in book five. Book five is an explosive and very action heavy book that is the longest book so far. It started out as parody but has taken on a life of it’s own.
Failures are always editing and presentation. World building is rough but evolving as the story progression is leading to show down of epic gun smoke and magic spells.
Themes include:
Friendship and brotherhood.
Romance.
Action and adventure
Comedy. Drama.
The conclusion will take me a bit of time but it’s coming.
We arrived at the out door concert. As it was just getting going. The first band was rocking out making the kids down below go wild viking off the magic of sound and the hypnotic light show.
I scanned the crowd with my eye as flashes of light shined down and across the crowd of youthful faces and mixture of social economic classes.
“It’s no good bro. You ain’t going to find him in that crowd.” Xena said.
“What’s my time?” I asked my sister again to distract her while I searched the crowd.
“Seven hours and thirty-three minutes until the next sun rise. We’ll have to call it and let authority handle it.”
I was silent for a moments and then my eye caught his face in the crowd on the far east side of the crowd. He was stationed near a wall smoking a cheery red cigarette and fresh blood on his jacket sleeve.
“He’s here. Bring it down near the east side. I’ll pick em up.” I said.
“‘Shit. Bro. How?”
I smiled. “A highly advanced cybernetic bionic eye, photographic memory, plus my OCD is a wonderful benefit to being me. Bring it down. I’m going in.” I said locking his location in my memory.
“Hold on tight. I’m taking it down. Close the door.” She ordered.
I slide the door closed and it locked. Xena raced it away toward a parking space. I started to open the door but it remained locked.
I started to ask her to open the door but Xena was already getting out of the car and leaving my door locked. I glared at her back as she raced away and then flowed into the crowd and disappeared.
This has been a learning experience. I’ve come to some conclusions about this site and what best to put up and what I will do going forward with this blog/website.
Long form content doesn’t work for this website. My short form stuff does well and I produce enjoyable podcast and audiobook stuff. It is what it is.
The plan
Very short stories 50%
Short audiobooks 40%
Writing tips 1% or less
The readership for James Potter and The Court of Owls on this website was a complete failure. So there is no reason to produce this type of content for this site. So now I have to figure out what readers want from this site and give it to me. That said, I have concluded I am better off writing about things or in genres people care about on other platforms.
Off this site I achieved my goals for writing the story and I will proceed to write more content on other websites and about subjects people care about.
Angus was the first to step out unto the streets with James following close behind him. James took in New York City for the first time in his life. His head kept turning looking at the mixture of buildings and construction sights every where. What he found the most strange was the open show of the magical world being shown around them.
It was in the buildings that had ward marks on them and project spells on the side of the buildings that took framed along side non-magi technology for news adds and information being transmitted.
Every once in a while he would see a wizard walking around in non-magi clothes or outright with wand viable or with an old school wizard staff. James moved closer to Angus.
“Dad. Is this legal?” James asked carefully.
Angus frowned looked around them as they crossed a side walk. “What’s that?”
“Ah you know. I see a lot of our world and non-magi cultures mixed into together out in the open. What about the magical code of order.”
Angus snorted in laughter. “I should have taken you around the homeland of the magi more. What better way to keep something hidden then to have it in plain sight. The non-magi have evolved their world to a point with technological advances that their coming pretty close to achieving some semi on par to what the magi have got going.”
James frowned. “It’s still strange though and I can tell the difference though the lines are crossed and seem to be blurring things.”
“Yeah. It’s cool isn’t it?” Angus said.
“Cool?! It seems more dangerous to me of exposing us the non-magi. Where are we going?” James asked.
“Hawk Landing building. We’re going to be taking a port key short cut to the main building. Let’s go.”
Angus walked up to a construction site mobile portapotty. He knocked on the door on the side and then opened it a crack to threw some flew dust inside from back before he went inside waving James to follow him.
James frowned and then followed his father inside and then he stepped outside in another part of the city outside where Angus was waiting for him. He frowned closing the door behind himself.
Angus grinned. “Let’s go.” He said walking down the street toward an old bookstore front.
James hurried to catch up as he held the door open for him and waved him inside. James walked inside the old bookstore. Angus was quiet as James took in the room a man with dark hair and silver blue eyes in a blue suit at the welcome desk staring at Angus and ignoring James altogether.
“Sir. You are Mr. Potter.” The man asked addressing Angus in a stiff English accent.
“Yep. You can pretty much guess the reason I am here. I met one of his employees yesterday. I’m here to talk with your Boss.”
“Talk? I was given the impression from Mr. Wells that you were here to take something that belongs to him currently.”
“Yeah. Well. A bit of change of plans. I did send Mr. Wells a note to see if I could get an audience with him. So we could talk a bit and skip all this fighting violence stuff.” He said and smiled.
The man didn’t return the smile. “Indeed. Mr. Wells asked that you leave your weapon here? You son of course would be free to keep his wand but can remain here while you conduct your meeting with Mr. Wells.”
Angus sighed. “If I leave my weapon here. You have to promise not to touch it or allow anyone else to do so. It would very dangerous for anyone to do so.”
The man at the desk started sweating. “Mr. Potter. I have been well informed about the weapon you have crafted is dangerous. I can assure you I would not think to touch it or look at it or allow anyone else the ability to do so. Mr. Wells assures me to tell you that no hurt or harm would come to you or your heir if your intention is peaceful.”
Angus slowly reached for his weapon putting it in his bag and handed the bag over to James and then looked at the man. “If my son is not here when I get back or any harm has fallen to him for any reason I will hold you to an accounting. I’m will destroy you and make you wish you had chosen a better profession before you died here in this room and then I would burn this whole damn building to the ground. Have I made myself clear?”
James’ heart beat against his chest as the quiet lasted for far longer then he liked. There was a strange. Angus sighed. “I thought you were informed about me. Do you know who I am?”
The man nodded. “I do. You are the Dragon of the West. The future grand magi of the magi community.”
Angus nodded and laid a hand gentle on James shoulder. “This young man. Do you know who he is?”
“He is your heir to your family legacy. If anything were to happen to him your future would come to an end. No. I can not promise you his protection physically or mentally. It would be best that you take Young Mr. Potter home with you Sir.” He said.
Angus stared at him and then he smiled. He took his pack from James. “Honesty, that is refreshing. Tell Mr. Wells. He can keep the rock for however long he wants or can. I don’t give a damn. No. I’m not joking. I don’t get paid enough for this type of shit. All I wanted was a conversation. I don’t associate with men with no honor. I’m taking my son and I’m going home and hopefully Mr. Wells and I will never meet each other or encounter one another. Please tell him however that if he crosses the President or the safety of the magi community then I will be called upon to neutralize him otherwise I say let live. I took an oath to protect and safe guard our people here. If he cannot respect that then he is unfit to be apart of the magi community here and the magical wizard world at large.”
Angus turned to go but James looked back at the man. “Sir. What is your name?”
“Timothy Zane Oswald. Mr. Potty. Please have a safe trip back. Sir. It was an honor to meet you and your father.” He said with nod and serious face.
Angus nodded to him taking James’ shoulder they world shifted away into darkness twisting between time and space and then they were back in Angus’ workshop. James frowned as Angus set his bag down and looked at him.
“That’s it. Your just going to let Wells keep the mystic stone? What about your promise to the Count?”
Angus shrugged. “Of course. I failed. There is on way in hell I’m going to get that stone without putting down a lot of guilty and innocent bodies on the floor and Wells has proven himself to be a fool willing to test me by attempting to touch you.”
“Dad. I am an adult. We have a job to finish. I can take care of myself and we have a job to do. We have to get the stone.”
Angus shook his head. “No. We failed. I tried to be reasonable and discuss thing with the man peacefully even so there is something you have to learn quick. Know when to walk away if you can from a situation that just isn’t worth dealing with or a damn rock. Wells is old school. I talked with him to try to saddle the situation privately. I can’t even leave my seventeen year old son in his establishment so we can talk. No. I felt something wrong with this damn case from the job. I’ll explain the situation to my boss and send a message to The Count and that will be that.”
“Your just going to let Wells go. Because your afraid he’s going to do something to me?”
Angus shook his head. “We’re not letting him go. It’s just a matter of time before we’ll have to put him down. It ain’t now though. It’s going to be like this son. You don’t get them all in one go some times. You win some, you lose some but the name of the game is to keep living on to fight against the darkness. You have choice son.”
James stared at Angus. “What do you mean?”
“This isn’t a battle son, this is a war our family has been fighting sense Grandpa Harry faced Riddle on his first year at Hogwarts. I drafted into this war when my Grandfather died because I didn’t have a choice. I had to get stronger and my friend had enemies on all sides and needed just one person willing to stand with him and not stab him in the back. I accept my fate but you can choose different. I’ll teach how to get stronger and how to gain your own power but the choice to step into this war is one I want you to think about it first but hopefully you can avoid it altogether when I get done laying down the law and laying down my sword.”
James sighed feeling his heart hammering against the inside of his chest. “Why do they keep calling you the Dragon of the West?”
Angus snorted. “It’s because your old man is a bad ass coyboy that lays down for no man, wizard or beast.”
James came awake slowly to find himself laying on a soft bed. He blinked twice staring up at a gray wall and then looked to his side to see Angus sitting on a twin bed with his head down staring down at a book while a breakfast tray of pancakes and eggs set between them on the nightstand.
Angus looked over at him as he noticed James was awake. He stared at James in concern. “How are you doing?”
James shook his head rising to a sitting position before he sighed and stared at Angus. “What happened?”
“You got tired from all the travel and fell asleep when we got to the hotel. Bad dreams?” Angus guessed.
James shook his head not meeting his gaze. “Sorry. I was just tired. I’ll be ready to get up and go in a second.”
“Take your time son. We were doing a lot of hoping around here and there. We get our rest then we’re on the hunt again. Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Angus said.
James shook his head. “No I don’t want to talk about my feelings bro.” He said automatically then flinched at his mistake.
Angus was quiet. “Hmm. So you saw an embarrassing moment in your old man’s past.” He said with a rye humor in his voice. “It wasn’t my best moment but it was a moment I needed to have to make change in my life.”
James nodded silently. “Are eggs still warm?”
“Yes they are as are the pancakes. The plate keeps them warm. What were you thinking about before we left that jackass in the country?”
James was quiet as he picked up his plate setting it on the bed and picked up his knife and fork and started to dig into his breakfast. “I wasn’t thinking about anything, Dad.”
“That my friend is poor attempt at an evasion and a out right lie. You won’t hurt my feelings none by your answer son. I did what I had to. I didn’t owe that man nothing.”
James looked up at Angus to see him smiling kindly and looking at him. “I wanted to know how you became so powerful. I’ve never seen anything like you did Dad. Your quick reaction. That show of raw power coming out of your weapon and then your use of magic I haven’t seen. I imagined you had always been like that but I just for some reason hadn’t seen it.”
Angus nodded his head. “But, then you saw my embarrassing moment. I bit that paints things in a different light of understanding. You got to start somewhere.”
James nodded. “The Wuxia helped you become a great wizard.” He said.
Angus shook his head. “No. I’ll never be a great wizard. The Wuxia taught me how to become the best version of myself how to develop what I was good at and how to take the first steps toward my own greatness. I haven’t completed my training that will take me more decades to go but they put me on the right path.”
James frowned, picked up his knife and fork and started slicing up and started eating a few moments. Angus left James to his breakfast silently.
Angus went back to his book. He was reading intently and James noticed that his weapon set beside him on the bed in his holster. James noticed the peacemaker glowed occasionally.
“Why does your weapon glow like that some times? Is it alive?”
“The peacemaker is as much alive as the wand in your pocket son just not quite like us.” Angus said calmly.
James frowned. “Did you create the peacemaker?” He asked.
“Yes. I did. I made a handful of peacemakers over the years. It’s a very niche market. As a whole peacemakers are viewed as a novelty to wizards and the magi. I make more making magical weapons and sword and wand repair.”
“Wand repair. Do you know how to make wands?” James asked.
“Yes. I worked and studied under Mr. Garrick Ollivander in the art and science of wand creation before I attempted to study blacksmith work with the Drawfs. They weren’t as welcoming to a human magi attempting to learning the precious secrets of their super secret blacksmithing though they were more then ready to try and “sell” me one of their weapons until I died of course then they would just as soon take the thing back. No big deal on my end I just learned old fashioned blacksmithing from non-humans.”
James stared at him. “Was all that before you finished Hogwarts or after you returned from the land of the Wuxia?”
Angus still looking down at his book flicked another page with his finger. “It was a couple of years during my times at Hogwarts in the summer and winter breaks when I worked part time jobs in Diagon Alley.”
“You worked part time jobs during school? Why?” James asked.
Angus smiled but there wasn’t anything nice about on the expression on his face. “I had to pay for my school supplies and room in board at Hogwarts after my mother got sick and couldn’t work anymore. So I worked part time jobs and tried to learn trades I use to earn spending money.”
“Oh.” James said quietly. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
Angus shook his head looking at James. “Nothing to be sorry about son. It’s life. You have good times and hopefully you have much better times. Your mother I worked hard so that you didn’t have to focus on nothing but your school work, making friends and focusing on becoming the best person you make of yourself.” He said and nodded to James.
James pursed his lips together and sighed but nodded back. He glanced back at the book Angus had been intently reading. “What are you reading? A spell book?”
Angus shook his head. “Oh no. It’s Grandpa Harry’s diary. He left it to me after his death. Every once in a while I read it to to keep mind remembering advice on subjects and lessons he learned from his own mistakes.” He said.
James stared at him. “Oh. I never knew he had wrote a diary.”
Angus nodded closing the book. James looked at the cover it was a plain red leather bound thick book with gold gilded pages. “Neither did I until he died. I met him a few times before he died. He was just a regular English guy. He asked me to consider a simple career path and widening my education beyond being a great wizard. He said I should consider being a great Angus.”
“What did you say to him?” James asked.
“I told him to go screw himself. I was going to live my life the way I damned well wanted to become a greater wizard then he ever was.” Angus said with a grin. “While I failed to become a great wizard. I think I have made a bit of legend of myself if not greater then the him then at least equal to Grandpa Harry.”
James stared at Angus. “You did not say that to him? Did you!?”
Angus still grinning pointed to James’ breakfast. “Finish your breakfast James. We got a job to finish. We’re going to head out and get that dammed stone for the Count.”
