Favour Writers

@KDadhd555 I'd love to take a look and provide honest and in-depth feedback. PDF is cool! You can email the book to: favourwriters3@gmail.com

@favourw2 Nice sorry for late response Just now seeing this. I got 68,000 words and I've been thinking about doing a rewrite of what I got so far. Pdf cool?

Beta reader needed. Halfway done with my novel so far. 68, 000 plus words currently. Would like someone to read and give feedback. #betareader #writer #darkfantasy #reader #story

@larasaidthat That honestly sounds much better to work with. I’d definitely be interested in connecting and possibly doing swaps depending on the project.

Is this a safe space? Tweeting my WIP until I find writer friends and beta swap readers. Rt! #writingcommunity #booktwt #writersoftwitter #romancestories

@AdelePeabody Can I join your beta readers list?

900 words written today. The novelette will be finished in a few days, if nothing gets in the way… and something is in the way, because I have to travel next week. Anyway, I did something I never do, I sent the first draft of my novel to one of my beta readers. They usually read the third draft, not this one. They loved it! It needs work, but that I already knew. Photo of the day: peacock.

@authorBBLorik If you’re open to feedback, I usually map where readers emotionally disconnect in stories like this, it might actually help you before publishing.

#agentsguide for A Malignant Game 👀Guys👀 I’ll be seeking trustworthy beta readers soon

@jlhazlewood I’m down for it I volunteer as tribute! 😄

I've decided to work on getting my manuscripts published. So if you know someone that's used Amazon or crowdfunding that wouldn't mind sharing their plan or resources that would be awesome. PS Looking for beta readers. Inspirational fiction/magical realism.

@asnauthor @Mary_ork Drop a follow back and I’ll slide into your DMs!

@favourw2 @Mary_ork Sure. DM me and we can talk more.

What are you currently reading or writing?

@RobDWicker @JHillAuthor Fantasy! Wow, that looks incredible. What kind of feedback are you looking for? Give me a follow back and I’ll be right in your DMs!

@favourw2 @JHillAuthor Hi. It's progression fantasy. The first book is currently in beta phase and I am looking for feedback.

Off to the beta readers.

@RobDWicker @JHillAuthor We don't hide. We just wait for the right story to find us I’m a beta reader and I’d love to help if you still need one. What’s the story about?

@JHillAuthor I'm looking for some beta readers. Does anyone know where they usually hide?

@simplywriting_ @Mary_ork You're doing great! Would outside reader feedback help before you move on to the publishing process?

@Mary_ork Currently editing a body of poetry I'm thinking of publishing.

@Insharamin @Mary_ork @jakek What genres did you write?

@Mary_ork I'm currently reading "Click" by @jakek

@baronvonwillis @Mary_ork That sounds like a productive writing season! Would outside reader feedback help before you move to doing the rewrite?

@Mary_ork Both, as I'm currently reworking, The Adventures of Warlord Whitetail Part V, well I would be if I hadn't taken a break to check SM and see when today's cycling starts, cheers

@asnauthor @Mary_ork You're doing well! Would a second set of eyes for feedback help before you move to the next draft? I'd love to take a look!

@Mary_ork Both. Finished the first draft of a side story I'm serializing thru my newsletter. Almost finished with the first draft of Book 6 in my epic fantasy series. Reading "The Master of Ballantrae" by Robert Louis Stevenson & the finished manuscript of Book 5 in my series for errors.

@hsophia613 @HpDeeds Can I join your beta readers list?

@HpDeeds LOL!! I relate! Now it’s time to sit back and let my beta readers tell me what they think!!

136,000 words and five years later…my novel is finally finished!!!!

@JulianH38269819 @authorslmurray I sent you a DM!

@favourw2 @authorslmurray Lmk. I have it up on AMZ. I can make it free to download for 24 hrs.

How is everyone finding beta readers? I’ve tried a few methods. I don’t want people I know. I want random strangers who are t afraid to hurt my feelings. I need honest feedback. #writingcommunity #authors #betareaders

@JulianH38269819 @authorslmurray Final girl horror at 80k? You’re speaking my language. 👀 Happy to beta read for character tension, pacing, dialogue, and whether the dread actually lands. A couple months works fine. We can connect here and swap details. Kindly drop me a follow back!

@favourw2 @authorslmurray Final girl horror. 80,000. Ummm cpl months?

@strangelystill Hi I’d love to beta read your fic if you’re looking for an extra set of eyes. Feel free to DM me!

i think if i lock in i can post my fic tonight. or maybe tmrw morning if i put the effort in to proof read… hmm. any betas out there ?

i take my job as a beta reader VERY seriously.

@CrystalMDWrites @DolapoHikm56625 Sound great, do you still need more beta readers?

@DolapoHikm56625 I write cozy clean fantasy romance and I was posting it on Substack, so kinda had beta readers as I wrote lol.

Officially finished the Princess of Dragons Bane Epilogue! 👑🐉 So glad to be ahead of schedule. Now my mind is free to dive into some back-burnered short stories, and I can just pop in and edit PODB whenever I feel like it before wide release! ✨✍️ #AmWriting #IndieAuthor

@medeliauthor I’d honestly be happy to give that kind of feedback, I’d love to tell you what works, how the characters come across, and what stands out emotionally or story wise. If you’d like, maybe we can connect and talk more.

@favourw2 tell me if you like the story, what are your thoughts about the characters… it’s the first time that I was brave enough to post and decided to complete a book.

"Some secrets were never meant to be unearthed." The first 5 chapters of my cosmic horror WIP are live, and I need your eyes on them. Read for free, drop a comment, and tell me your theories! Link in the replies! #BetaReaders #FeedbackWanted #WritingCommunity #CosmicHorror

@SanExuperyB612 I volunteer as tribute for the beta reader team 🙋

👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇 allpoetry.com/18930959 excerpt from #MyCamilleBook Chapter 4 Singapore City 1975 My first distinct memory of Tom was when he brought a monkey back from one of his African safari trips. Due to my dad’s work, we were living in Singapore City at the time. My uncle named the monkey Baldo. Mom said that it was because Tom was going bald. I don’t remember all the details. I do remember the monkey biting Lucy, our housekeeper, and my mom having a panic attack when Lucy packed up her belongings and said she was quitting. Tom and I were sitting at the kitchen table, eating fruit. He never said a word. He just kept peeling pieces of fruit for me to eat and giving me winks and half smiles when no one was looking. I am a feral wild thing. I am nature. You can love a wild thing, but you cannot tame it without killing the very thing you loved about it. The monkey was jumping and screaming. Mom and Lucy couldn’t hear each other speak. Tom pulled out a cigarette and began blowing smoke circles. I remember reaching for the circles with my small hands and laughing. “Tommaso! The monkey must go. You need to find him a home today.” Maria said. “Si, but for God’s sake, calm down,” he responded. “I’m taking Lucy to the hospital. She needs stitches. You watch Tammy and get rid of that monkey.” As soon as mom left Tom threw a banana across the kitchen. Baldo caught and ate it. “Vedi, he’s a sweet monkey, Tammy. Has he ever hurt you?” “No,” I said while shaking my head from side to side. One morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table pushing eggs around my plate. Tom came into the kitchen with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, a coffee cup in one hand, and a newspaper in the other. Before sitting at the table, he announced, “Life is not worth living.” Maria turned away from the kitchen window and said: “You’re a multi-millionaire, barely thirty, women calling you night and day.” “Exactly, that’s what makes it even worse!” Tom responded. "What’s worse? Don’t talk like that in front of the child,” mom said. “She already knows. I see it in her eyes.” Suddenly, Baldo jumped on Tom’s shoulder. “He knows, too,” Tom said, while looking deep into Baldo’s eyes. “No, never mind. He doesn’t know.” This became too much for mom. She retreated into the living room to speak with Lucy. I pushed my plate of cold scrambled eggs over to Tom. He handed the plate to Baldo. By the time mom made her way back to the kitchen, she was all smiles. “Oh, what a good girl. You ate all your scrambled eggs this morning!” “Give her some Nutella on toast, Maria. She still looks hungry,” Tom said. While I was waiting for my toast, Tom peeled a banana and gave half to me and the other half to Baldo. I don’t remember much after that, except that Baldo lived with us until we left Singapore for Italy. Somehow, Lucy made peace with the small creature and adopted him. My dad loved that monkey— we all did.  Another significant moment occurred in Cologne. While on a business trip to Germany after I graduated from middle school, I discovered that Tom had once been in love and had an affair with an older married woman there. Her husband had been one of his business clients. Tom owned a tile-and-marble export company. His clients were architects and engineers. It was mid-October in the picturesque town of Cologne, which was flush with medium-sized trees of orange and red. We were sitting in a tavern at midday drinking beer and eating schnitzel. Tom was in one of his dark moods. “You know, I have a son who is a year older than you? “WHAT?” “They live here. His name is Kellan. His mother calls him Kel.” “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “Can we go see him? I want to meet him.” Tom pulled out a series of photos from his wallet. One was a black-and-white photo of himself and Maria when they were babies. Tom was a year and a half younger than my mom. The other was a color photo of me as a toddler wearing a cowboy hat and riding Lupo, our dog. The third, fourth, and fifth were photos of a little boy. One was a photo of a young toddler, and the other two were of an elementary schooler. Then he took an envelope from the front pocket of his briefcase and handed it to me. This photo was of a teenager. I didn’t need to ask who it is. The resemblance was uncanny. It was like looking at an old photo of Tom. “He doesn’t know about me. He was raised by Olga and her husband, Franz Jarmin. He already has a family.” “But can’t you call his mom and ask her to take him to the hotel so we can see him? I want to meet him.” “That would be selfish of me and disruptive to Kel.” “Are you afraid to meet him?” “NO. I just told you. I don’t want to be selfish.” “What happened to you and his mom?” “I was young and stupid. I was in love with her. She said she would leave her husband and then we’d be together,” Tom said in a sharp and bitter tone. “Does her husband know about the affair and the baby?” “Of course,” he said in a disdainful voice that I didn’t recognize. “I think her husband knew all along. I think they planned it together. Kel is their only child.” “Do you still love her?” “I hate her. Between love and hate, there is a fine line.” I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I didn’t. At that point, I was more confused than inquisitive. I sat quietly and finished my schnitzel and beer. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him to know his own flesh and blood was alive, but he wasn’t able to see him. This was a big secret even for Tom. I told no one. It wasn’t my secret to tell. Tom knew I was good at keeping secrets. We got back into the car and headed to the hotel. Sometimes we would share a suite, but most of the time I would have the room next to him. Tom must be alone when he’s upset. I’m like that too. In every human being, there is a dreamer and a desperado. Think of the dreamers as the architects, and the desperados as the engineers. Know which one you are at your core. Then, work from that. My father and mother were unlucky dreamers. I’m not like them. I’m like Tom. We’re a couple of stray cats. We don’t belong to anyone. It’s quite a jolt to the system when you realize you’re not the dreamer. You are the desperado. Rehab Center: Malibu, California January 1984 Nobody knew about my trip to rehab except for Tom. After finishing my 1st year of high school in Italy, I started hanging out with a group of older teens and doing drugs. At first, it was just smoking weed, but later, we started doing heroin. First snorting and then injecting. Long story short, it took me almost 8 months to fully detox off weed and heroin. Heroin was the worst. Several of the teens I hung out with were dead within a year of my leaving the scene. The Italian police said it was a bad batch of heroin. Those who survived got into the kind of legal trouble even a good lawyer and a ‘kindhearted judge’ can’t get you out of. I was lucky to have a wealthy uncle who loved me. I will never forget the look in his eyes when he discovered my secret life. He was heartbroken by the betrayal and deeply worried about my mental and physical health. I was worried that I had crossed the line between love and hate with him. I vowed to get clean and change my deceptive ways.

#MyCamille #AuthorsLift #WritersLift My Camille (excerpt from completed novel) WIP by Failed Stoic @all_poetry allpoetry.com/18930959 #AmQuerying #BookExcerpt #BookTwt #LitFic #UpmarketFiction #AmWriting #LiteraryFiction #WritingCommunity #BetaReaders