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wow I loved this!!! you have such a natural ASMR voice. I originally clicked to see what Notion is about but stayed to listen to your voice :)

first 25 minutes: 578 words second 25 minutes: 643 words total: 1,221 words <3 this was really helpful for my nanowrimo! I'm definitely coming back to this video!

Writing a YA novel this year for Nano! I'm behind and its late for me here so I'm hoping to be done in the next hour!

Working on my master's thesis proposal (not a novel) but I found this so helpful!

First 25 minutes: 239 words. Second 25 minutes: 344 words. Total Words Written: 583 words. Less than an hour and I've written more words than I have all week. I'm not the fastest typer but this really did keep me focused on writing and getting into the universe of my book amd chapter. Loving this.

This is sooo aesthetic

244 words by the halfway point! I was working on an assignment and that's all I needed.

Obsessed with these!! Please tell me you'll be making more this year <3

I wrote 194 words in the first 25 minutes (and I got distracted quite a lot)

This is how much i have wrtten so far! Please rate it guysss >< CHAPTER-1 Greenfield high school The light breeze tickled the ears of a young girl standing in front of a huge Victorian building. Her jade eyes looking at the huge ground in awe. She had chestnut hair which she wore in two plaits. It has been a month since Iris Carter had joined Green field high. But everyday she looked at it as it was her first day. The sound of brass bell being rung echoed in her ears despite standing near the school gates which were covered with crumbling flakes of rust. She walked closer, her feet gently pressing the crunchy grass. The peeling wallpapers, old benches with moss cushions, the warm musty smell lingering in the corridors might sound weird to others but not to Iris. Iris loves old-fashioned things. Her name might suggest the opposite. Her thoughts drifted through her homework as she walked in through the large wooden door. She hadn't had time to do it as she spent her entire evening reading a new book she had borrowed from the library the previous day. She had finished it that morning. Her thoughts were interrupted by the voices of boys and girls rushing to their classes. She opened the zip of her bag and took out her timetable for the day. First class was Chemistry. Oh, How boring. Iris hates Chemistry. The different periodic tables with symbols and names made her feel like she was learning a new language. And she had forgotten to do the homework as well which was not new. "I only do bad at Chemistry not other subjects." She thought as she walked to her class. She had gotten a D in the previous test, which she had not showed to her father yet. She also had a feeling that Mr. Quirinius Cauldwell, her chemistry teacher secretly hated her, As her highest grade was a B-. She entered the class and put a sudden halt realizing she was late. Everyone was already settled and was looking at her. She turned to look at the teachers table and unfortunately, Mr Cauldwell was looking at her with a face that screamed she was in trouble. Mr Cauldwell was a tall balding man, with the worst taste in clothing. He was wearing a bright neon yellow shirt with dark green pants. "Yuck" she thought. Yellow was her most hated colour. "Ms. Carter, this is the third time you are late to my class." "Sorry Mr. Cauldwell" "Did you do the homework I gave you yesterday." "Erm uh w-what homework?" "OUT! NOW!" Iris sighed as she moved out of the classroom. "Dad is going to be so mad." she groaned. She thought of going to the library instead of waiting. But then if Mr. Cauldwell finds out she will be in even more trouble. She looked at the grandfather clock in the corridor. She was only 10 minutes late. She sighed and leaned on the wall. After 40 minutes which felt like a day to Iris, The pupils started leaving the class with papers in their hands. "Not another homework" Iris thought. Mr Cauldwell came storming out of the classroom and thrusted a paper into her hand. "Today's homework. This is the final warning Ms. Carter. If you came to my class late or 'forgot' to complete your homework, you are going straight to detention." he said and walked away without wanting a reply. Iris pulled a funny face behind his back and moved on to the next class. ******************************************************************************* CHAPTER-2 THE SCHOOL LIBRARY The Lunch bell finally rung and the corridors were filled with bustling noise and happy students as everyone rushed to the lunch hall. Even the teachers looked relieved. But none of them were actually excited for lunch. Because Green field high had a reputation of serving weird food for lunch every day. Today it was unseasoned fried rice, with jalapenos and ketchup with yogurt which tasted like sour candy. As usual instead of eating the school lunch, Iris took out a sandwich (made by her grandma) gobbled it as quickly as she could and scooted to the library, which was her favourite place in the whole school. A warm familiar feeling embraced her as she entered. The library was an enormous room filled with old wooden bookshelves. The books were ancient too with hard spines and golden lettering. There were a few latest books and novels as well, but Iris preferred classics. There were a very few kids who hang out in the library, most of them usually goes out to the ground to do their own thing. Iris casually went near the long wooden desk where a woman not more than fifty years was sitting scribbling something in what looked like a huge accounts book. "Hey Mrs Margarete." called Iris. "Oh, hello Iris. Are you liking 'The Mill on the Floss'?" "Yes, I finished it, actually." Iris replied shyly and took the book out of her bag and slid it into the table. "Woah. You are a very fast reader. Who was your favourite character?" "Definitely Maggie" Iris smiled. "Great! Though I have always liked Tom. Thinking of borrowing a new book?" "Yes actually. Do u mind if I go and have a look?" "You know I won't. Make it quick though. The bell might ring any second." Iris strolled through the bookshelves looking for a book. She had already read most of them. As she came to the fiction section her eyes looked through the Harry Potter series, one of her absolute favourites. "Maybe I should re-read it." She thought. "Or.. I should try a different Genre." But inevitably went to the classics section. She found a book called 'The Age of Innocence'. She skimmed through a couple of pages and decided that it was the book she was going to spend a whole night reading. Just as she was about to leave her eyes fell upon another book. It was squeezed in between two other books and as she took it out a couple of books fell out with it. "Ugh." Iris complained. She kneeled down and glanced at the book properly. It was definitely not a book. It was covered with soft brown leather, and crumbling yellow pages. She opened the first page, she couldn't believe her eyes. '*This is the diary of Emelia Lockwood* *Please return if found*' It couldn't be. How can a diary of someone be in a library. She looked at the spine and the back page. There was no BookID or the school stamp. She looked around. There was no one. She carefully took the diary and put it in her bag. Surely, No one would look for this as she saw that the last entry was years back. She will just read a small bit. She thought of Mrs. Margarete. Will she be cross? Furthermore, she had always encouraged Iris to explore things. The bell announced that lunch was over. Iris immediately rearranged the bookshelf and went to Mrs Margarete's desk. "Oh! 'The Age of Innocence'. Such an amazing choice! I love Edith Wharton's writing style." she echoed as she noted it in her accounts book and stamped the back of the book with the return date. "Return date is next week though I expect you'll finish way before that." She smiled. Iris smiled back guiltily thinking about the diary. "Thanks Mrs. Margarete." She replied and moved out of the library absent-mindedly. CHAPTER 3 It was raining cats and dogs as Iris hurried into her house. It was not a big modern villa. Something that she could call as home. The living room was filled with fall decorations. And a smile went up Iris's face automatically. Autumn was her favourite season. The moderate temperatures, Colourful leaves, warm drinks, Cozy afternoons made her feel like she was in a fantasy world. Furthermore, she loved to curl up by the fireplace and read her favourite book with hot chocolate and Pumpkin Cinnamon Muffins made by her grandma. She removed her shoes and went in. The scent of cinnamon wafted to her nose. "Hello dear, want to try some cinnamon cookies?" called grandma carrying a tray full of golden cookies. "Here, let me help, gran" Iris said wearing oven gloves and carrying the tray to the living room. "Dad's not here yet?" she asked taking a bite of the cookies. It was perfectly crunchy and sweet and melted in her mouth like butter. "He said he might be late today. How was school dear?" "Good. I'll go up to my room. Got lots of homework," Iris sighed. She decided she would tackle the chemistry homework first to avoid trouble the next day. Just as she finished the chemistry homework her brain reminded her about the diary. She took it out of her bag and sat on the bed near the window. The raindrops were gently pouring down, creating a perfect setting for a cozy read. She opened the leather book and started reading. It was not bad. It just looked like a normal diary of a teenager. The book was about 200 pages. And except the last 20 pages every page was filled. Iris has tried so many times to keep a proper diary but never managed to succeed. She assumed it was just a boring old diary and decided to drop it in the lost and found box the next day. Just as she was about to close it, an unusual entry caught her eye. November 23, 1998 Today I found out something! I was at the library reading Harry Potter when I saw a small piece of paper in Mrs. Margarete's table. I grabbed it [though that was not very appropriate]. It had some name of an academy written on it

Can we download this template?

I love your notebooks and journals, so neat and organised. I have my notes in word documents only to be able to access them in all devices. Your video is such high quality…well done Sara. I’ve started writing since I retired … for fun! Thank you for sharing

first 25 minutes: 767words (started before this video so the total's 1,170) btw love your vidows! i can't even count how many times you made me feel like I'm not alone on this writing journey lol💞

hello! young author here. (i am still in school lol, but im not actually AT school rn, duh XD) im writing a book and i got an idea to write books rather fast: 10 pages per day. yup, you heard me right, 10 per day. yes, it’s a lot of work, but with some nice music you can let the words just flow onto the page (as of right now, the typing video is playing as i write this comment). anyways, this way, if you want a 390 page book, then you would only take 39 days to write it. also, i like having 10 pages per chapter so you could get 1 chapter a day. just a random tip! hope it helps to fellow writers

Do you have a template of this. It looks amazing. I'd love to be able to use it to help me?

1043 first 25 mins 2386 words in total :D

1st Pomodoro; 40 words!! That's pretty big for my perfectionistic ass ^^ 2nd Session; 27 words. This is good. This is good. I'm doing good. I'm making rogress. I'm doing great, actually. I'm proud of myself.

i love your videos, please make moreee!! <3

Love this series!!!!!!

Very informative video! I love the process and the time you took to explain everything. Thank you, it was nice to know a little more about it!

Hey! writing on my (hopefully) debut novel rn! starting word count: 4746 word count goal: 5000 sprint 1: 368 words added total word count: 5114 i spent like five minutes playing with my kittens when i reached my goal, but i believe i did well =D

I just need to thank you, your videos have really helped me to make progress through a writer's block!

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what country do you live in? the view is really pretty

thank you for sharing your beautiful journey with us. such a beautiful, inspiring, and thought-provoking video. hopefully I'll be able to live true to my heart soon

Great! Thanks a lot Can you share your template ?

I've been writing my book for about 5 days so I have already written some of it but in total so far, I have 1796 words and only 6 pages 😭 this is what I have so far if anyone is interested :> The Colors of Grief Mom walks into my room and unplugs my monitor. “Honey, it’s 2 am! You need to stop playing video games with Abela and get to bed. You need to get back on your sleep schedule and-” “Yeah, yeah, I know Mom. School starts in a week so I need to get to bed,” I get up and walk over to my bed, but I stare at it for a moment. “What are you doing Celia? Get in bed and go to sleep.” “I have to fix the bed first. It's messy, I can’t sleep on it.” I don’t care if my bed is messy. I just want an excuse to stay up longer. She scoffs, “You’ve never cared before. Get to sleep, you can clean it in the morning. Oh, and don’t let me forget we need to go back to school shopping before school starts. They finally put out your school supply list so we have to go before all the good stuff is sold out.” “Whatever, goodnight Mom.” I lay down and pull the covers over my body. “Goodnight, honey.” She goes to kiss my cheek and I scoot away, “Mom, I’m too old for that, so please stop doing that. It’s embarrassing.” “Oh, now me showing affection to you is embarrassing?” She asks, not expecting an answer. She starts leaving the room, and I hear her scoff and mutter under her breath, “Damn teenagers nowadays…” “Goodnight Mom, love you!” I shout as she closes the door, trying to make sure she hears me. She doesn’t respond. I hear her footsteps walking away from my room, heading downstairs. She usually goes and watches TV downstairs or talks to her friends before going to bed after telling me goodnight, but I don’t think she realizes how loud she is when she laughs or how obnoxious she is when she’s talking to her friends. I can tell she’s on the phone with her former tennis teammate, Janessa. “Oh my goodness! You had a baby?! That’s amazing! Congrats!” She exclaims towards Janessa, who’s on the other side of the phone. She loves talking, but never listens to her friends and what they say. Janessa has told Mom many times that she was gonna have a baby soon, but she's acting like she never knew and it was completely unexpected. I wonder how Janessa reacted to her lack of memory. I wish I could hear the other end of the conversation to see what she's saying to my Mom, but unfortunately, the loud country music playing on the downstairs speakers and her talking unnecessarily loud on the phone, I can’t hear a word that Janessa is saying to my mom. I try going to bed, but with all the noise, I can’t. I decide to go downstairs and tell my mom to stop making so much noise so I can sleep. As I go downstairs, I hear her getting off the phone with Janessa. “Mom, can you please keep the music down? And your volume when talking or laughing. I can’t sleep.” She looks at me and smiles softly, which makes my frustration dissolve. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t realize how loud I was being. I’ll keep it down, okay?” “Thanks, Mom, love you. Goodnight.” “Goodnight honey.” I go back upstairs and lie down as the house goes silent. Now it feels too quiet. I toss and turn, still not being able to sleep with the silence. Finally, I go onto my phone and turn some music on to go to sleep. I set my phone down on my nightstand and place my head back on my pillow, feeling the coldness of the sheets hitting my face and the fresh coldness of the untouched sheets pressing against my skin, though the fresh coldness doesn’t last long. It starts feeling warm from my body heat, and I start shifting around, trying to find a new position where it’s cold. My eyelids start feeling heavy. They flutter shut and my body goes limp as I fall into a deep slumber. “Honey! Time to wake up, rise and shine, kiddo!” I groan as I sit up lazily. “Ugh…what time is it…” “5:45 am, why do you ask?” My eyes go wide. “5:45?! Oh hell no, I’m going back to bed-” “No you’re not, missy. You’re getting up and we’re going to Walmart to get school supplies.” She grabs my arm and pulls me up. “Ughhh…” I sit up groggily and rub my eyes. “C’mon honey, get up, we need to get them early so we can get the good stuff before it’s all sold out!” I get up out of bed and wave a dismissive hand towards her. “Mom, get out. I’m gonna change, I’ll be out when I'm ready.” “Where did you get all this sass?” She asks. Of course, I respond jokingly, “Oh well you should know I got my sass from you, of course, mother.” Most of me was joking, but a small part of me knows that it’s true. “Now can you go so I can change?” “Yeah, yeah, whatever honey. Hurry, we need to leave soon.” “I know, please go.” She turns around and finally leaves the room, but doesn’t shut the door. “Why do you never close my door behind you? Ugh…” I walk over and shut my door. “Hm, which one is cuter, this on or this one? I like this one more, but Mom won’t like that its cropped…whatever. I could care less of what she thinks about my clothes.” I change into the crop top and look at myself in my body mirror. “This would look cute with my grey cargos! Where did they go…” I search for the grey cargos, and after what felt like an eternity of searching, I find them hidden in the back of my drawer of pants. “Damn cargos are trying to hide from me. Well not today, cargos.” I put the cargos on and look at myself again. “Perfect. Now I just need to brush my hair and do my makeup and I’ll be ready to go!” I put my hair up into a low messy bun and I do some basic makeup that doesn’t take me more than 3 minutes to do. Finally, I can find shoes to wear. “Ooh, these would look perfect with my outfit! I haven’t gotten to wear them yet so today is perfect!” I quickly put the shoes on, grab my phone and my purse, and run out to the living room. “Im ready!” “Took you long enough.” She mutters under her breath. I think she didn’t want me hearing it, but I did. I roll my eyes. “You ready, Mom?” “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for you for the past 10 minutes Cee.” “Whatever, you’re acting like that’s an eternity. Let’s go.” I walk over to the back door and she calls out to me, “Cee! You’re about to leave your phone!” “Oh crap, might need that. Thanks, Mom.” “Hey, watch your language!” “Sorry,” I walk out the back door and to the car. “Mom unlock the car-” “I know, stop being so impatient, give me a minute!” “Says you.” I say under my breath. “What was that?” “Uh, nothing! Love you Mom!” I smile innocently at her, she just rolls her eyes. “Get in,” She demands as she steps into the car. I get in the front seat. “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t sit up here.” “What? Why? I’m 14 mom.” “Yeah but you’re too short to sit up here, it’s not safe. Get in the back.” “Wow, harsh.” I mutter as I get out of the car and go to the back seat. “Seatbelt on?” She asks as she turns around to look at me in the back seat. “Mhm. You know, for someone that wanted me to hurry because we needed to go soon, you’re stalling quite a bit.” She scoffs and turns to face forward again. She starts the car and mutters under her breath, but I can’t quite make out what she’s saying, although she does sound tired and cranky. We start driving, and the silence is deafening. Every sound is so loud; the cars and trucks driving past us, the horns honking in the distance, my moms’ breathing, my breathing, the birds outside, people talking and cars in the distance blasting music in their cars with their windows rolled down, and people in their cars talking or yelling on the phone with someone. God it’s so overwhelming. “Hey, Mom?” “Yeah?” “Can we please turn on some music? It’s really quiet in here.” “Uh, sure. What do you wanna listen to?” “Anything, I just don’t like how quiet it is in here. I can hear everything around me and I don’t like it.” She turns on a radio station and they’re playing classic rock. Sweet Child O’ Mine started playing and my mom started singing along. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Mom, what are you doing? You’re being weird.” “I’m jammin’ out! This is a great song!” I roll my eyes playfully, “Whatever, weirdo.” We arrive at Walmart, and I’m zoned out. I’m staring out the car window, admiring the rain hitting the car and the wind blowing outside. “Cece, you alive back there?” She jokes as she snaps her fingers in front of my face. I zone back in and look at my mom, blinking a few times to adjust to the lighting and the real world. “Oh, we’re here already? That was fast, I thought it was like 30 minutes away?” “It is 30 minutes away, you were zoned out the entire time, so it didnt feel like that long of a ride. How did you not know you were zoned out?” “I don’t know, I just kinda zoned out and thought I was still zoned in. Anyways, do you have the school supply list or do I need to pull it up again?” “Darn it, I forgot to grab the list. Can you see the list on your phone?” “Yeah, give me just a second, I’ll pull it up for you.” “I pull my phone out and pull up the list. “Damn, this is a long list. I don’t remember the list being this long. Man, I am not ready for 8th grade.” “Well, you gotta go because I’m sure as hell not homeschooling you.” “But why? I don’t like going to school every day! It’s torture!” “You get to see your friends, like Abela. Now shut your trap and let’s go get your school supplies.” “Fine, I’ll try convincing you again next year. Like I do every year.” I mutter as I open the car door to go inside. sorry its a lot to read :<

I love this! Is this template available?

As a writer, I feel it would help get my deadline met!

So I’m very new to Notion and LOVE your setup but I’m super overwhelmed on how to make a set up similar to yours. Any advice?

As a person who is writing too i love this! A cup of coffee and the keyboard sound is the best 🧸

I read the book the seas in german, based on your recommendation. Her writing is amazing and i loved her writing style. The story is bizarre and tragic. This book made me sad and happy at the same time. Love your chanel❤

A nice surprise to see you have returned😁

I'm glad you are back!

do you have a book club? would love to hear your final thoughts on milk teeth! 👙🍋

Hi! When are you going to bring this template again please??? Is perfect

That intro was so cute, I had to like the video immediately

First 25 minutes : 442 words (I'm slow) (i started my book before this video, so in total i have 669 words)

Hello,what is the piano piece name in the beginning?

I don't mean to offend you, but why did you delist your AMWF vlog videos?

This is cool. And we have the same name.

this is actually very in depth knowledge and opens a new door for me thankyou for going through then, do you by any chance have templates or a video regarding it which helps us create something similar to it of our own

I've been using this a lot lately, its the perfect length of time for me, and the sounds + the countdown in the middle of the screen are perfect for keeping me writing. Thanks!

This was very informative. You've given me ideas for some things to include in my Notion dashboard.