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How to Plot Your Story Using the But/Therefore Method

Here’s another sneak peak from my forthcoming book The Complete Guide to Self-Editing for Fiction Writers!

The but/therefore method* is an easy way to create your plot and test the cause-effect connections between your plot and character motivation.

If you don’t have a plot yet, it can help you create one. If you already have one, the method almost always reveals gaps that need to be addressed with new or stronger chapters/scenes. (For help with your character motivation, check out the PDF “Creating Character Arcs” in my Free Resource Library.)

Use this template for each scene or chapter:

[Main character] wants ______, but _______, therefore ______.

In the first blank, put the motivation for that chapter or scene.

In the second blank, the conflict or obstacle.

In the third blank, the result or action the character takes, which leads into the next goal, and so on, and so on.

Chapter-by-chapter it might look something like this:

Chapter 1: Julian wants to ask Matt to the dance, but he’s scared of being rejected, therefore he slips a cryptic note into Matt’s locker.

Chapter 2: Matt doesn’t see the note. Now Julian wants to get into his locker and retrieve it, but the principal sees him trying to jimmy open the lock, therefore Julian is given detention for a week.

You can also do this scene-by-scene. My suggestion would be to start with the chapter outline, see what it reveals, then move into the scenes. If you’ve already written a draft, you can outline your draft using the template, which should reveal holes in character motivation, plot, and cause/effect, all with one fell swoop!

Hope this helps!

*I adapted this method from South Park writer Trey Parker, who first introduced it in the documentary Six Days to Air.

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The Ocean’s Revenge

The sun reflected off the water, throwing light into Amara’s face. Her blue eyes were almost unseeing as she gazed out to the horizon, taking in the black fury that rolled across the sky. A hand caressed her back and she sighed, turning to face the only person who would touch her like that. ‘This is the third storm in a week,’ her husband stated. ‘The weather’s never this bad. Must be some kind of bad luck,’ he said, gazing down at her with an expression that was only found in the closest of lovers. ‘Are you going to throw me overboard, my love?’ she asked, grinning. He laughed, leant down and kissed her on the forehead. They turned, hand in hand and walked back to the wheel. And in doing so, they missed the black clouds rushing across the sky towards their ship.

‘Hurry, all men in position!’ the Captain snapped, the ship rocking side to side. Lightning struck, illuminating the boat and crew. The ship groaned ominously as it was thrown to the left by the waves, the crew falling like dominoes. They scrambled up, hands and feet searching for grip, slipping and falling as more and more water was sprayed on board. ‘Bloody hell,’ one of the crew snapped. ‘None of this would be happening if that witch hadn’t been on board.’ He sneered, his face turning particularly grisly as lightning highlighted the jagged scar carved down his face. The men next to him all nodded, thinking that witch was the cause for all of this.

The men’s eyes lit up like Christmas trees. They had all come to the same conclusion. Throw her overboard, appease the gods. Sacrifice the woman that had brought all of this suffering and bad luck to their ship. They clambered over one another, desperate to reach that wicked witch, each one needing to be the one to pacify the gods. Thunder rumbled overhead and they all started, their movements becoming more and more panicked.

‘Um, lady Amara,’ one of the men started, ‘we’ve been instructed by the Captain to bring you to the hall.’ The men held their breath, each one hoping this worked. If it didn’t, then they were doomed. There was no response but the snick as the door was unlocked and opened a fraction. She eyed them all up, her gaze penetrating their souls. She straightened up. ‘Very well, best not to keep him waiting.’ Walking confidently, she swept out of the room, not bothering to see if the men were following her.

Hurried footsteps followed in her wake, the two men glancing at each other, not believing their luck. A strangled scream snapped them out of their thoughts. ‘What in the name of God is this?’ Amara exclaimed. The men rounded the corner to a beautiful sight. There, hanging suspended a couple of feet above the ground was the witch that had been causing all of their troubles. ‘Jack, what is the meaning of this? Let me down at once,’ she demanded, flopping like a fish out of water, her wavy red hair becoming tangled within the net.

‘Now, princess,’ Jack purred, ‘you’re in no position to be making demands.’ He reached out and stroked her face. ‘No one can hear you scream, not even that precious husband of yours.’ He spat the word husband with so much venom Amara reeled back, eyes widening. ‘So tell me princess, how you managed to marry the Captain. Was it with your fake innocence or maybe, one of your spells?’ She gasped, eyes watering as Jack pulled on her hair.

‘Do you want to know what happens when women anger the gods?’ Her eyes widened, surely they couldn’t be serious. ‘Oh, that’s right. We throw them overboard.’ He hissed in her ear, yanking her hair.

‘WILLIAM!’ Amara shrieked, her actions becoming panicked and rushed. A hand slapped over her mouth as she drew in another lungful of air. ‘Now, now. That won’t do. Will it?’ Jack cocked his head to the side, almost daring her to try again. She didn’t rise to the bait, instead biting his hand. “You bitch!” he cried, clutching his hand to his chest. Adrenaline took over and he stood to his full height. ‘One of you bring me the rope.’ He shook his head, grabbing the offered rope. “I really had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this,’ he said, dropping her unceremoniously to the floor. He started wrapping the rope around her mouth, a malicious glint entering his eyes. He moved on to her hands, then legs. He muttered something about fishes not needing legs before he ended in a crazed giggle. Her attempts to escape became stronger, but it was futile. This rope was too tight. She glared spitefully from under her fringe, clinging to the belief that William would come save her.

He laughed, ‘Rebellious little thing you are. Don’t know when your betters are talking.’ He bent down and instructed the other men to do the same. They picked her up with little effort, however, her struggling started again. Her blue eyes flashed and became as cold as ice. She set her jaw and waited for the opportunity to break free. She continued screaming at them, the sound muffled by the makeshift gag in her mouth.

All too soon the group reached the edge of the ship. The storm had not lessened while they had been gone, it seemed to have grown, almost as if it was reflecting the anger Amara felt. The wind buffered them side to side, the group being tossed around like a ragdoll. “WILLIAM!’ Amara tried again, only to find a garbled sound escape her. It was useless, why did William have to hire such cowardly animals? They were worse than masterless dogs. Only loyal to themselves and their best interests. She swung her head up, connecting with one of the men’s noses. She took great satisfaction in seeing the blood pouring thickly down his face. He glared, but kept a strong grip on her.

‘Well, it’s now or never,’ Jack sang out gleefully. ‘Too bad your husband’s not here to see what happens to little witches.’ He paused. ‘On the count of three. One.’ She was swung back and forwards. ‘Two.’ The same thing happened. ‘And three!’ This time they let go and she went soaring through the air like a ballerina. The last thing she saw was William running towards the edge of the boat, yelling desperately at the men who had just thrown her. Amara’s last thought repeated itself, almost mocking her. WILLIAM, why did you not save me?

Her body hit the bottom of the ocean with a thud. A frail looking man followed her down, his eyes showing oldness that humanity could not comprehend. He sighed, what had this world come to, throwing women who had done nothing wrong as a way to please him. They were mortals, irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. But this was inexcusable, something had to be done about it.

So the old sea god sighed, snapped his fingers and watched as an ethereal green glow surrounded the woman. Her back arched in an unnatural way and her body convulsed violently. Her eyes snapped open, blue orbs searching for something that wasn’t there. Red hair followed in her wake as she thrashed uncontrollably. She inhaled, but only salty water was there. She choked as the sea god winced, turning slightly to the side. For the amount of times he saw this, it never got easier. Fiery lines appeared on her neck and she breathed easily. Next were the legs, rope burns had etched their way up her legs and the sea god thought rather sadistically, that they were quite pretty.

Amara glanced around as she came back to the land of the living. Pain was the only thing she knew and she welcomed it. But, then it disappeared. She felt empty, numb, until memories flashed behind her eyes, memories of love, tenderness, fear, hope, and then betrayal. Reaching up to tuck her hair behind a pointed ear, she remembered what had caused all of this. Anger rose up in her, like a snake when threatened. Red bled through her mind, devouring all other thought. To intent on finding the humans that betrayed her, she never noticed how easy breathing came to her or now instead of legs, she had a tail.

She broke the surface, gazing around. The sky was a beautiful blue colour, not a cloud in sight. It was a picturesque day. Or, it would have been, if the only thought on her mind was revenge. Scanning the horizon, she eyed down the boat that housed her current obsession. They hadn’t moved much, it was perfect.

The ship grew bigger on the horizon as she approached. Her eyes were ice and a deadly glare that wasn’t previously showing on her face took over. She reached the ship and began to sing. Her song was full of enchanting melodies and breath-taking crescendos. It was deadly in a beautiful way. Her voice was a master and the victims of it responded like slaves. They followed her blindly, only wanting to hear more of her song.  

A rocky outcrop appeared in her peripheral vision and she began directing the men towards it. Water splashed and sprayed as it hit the rocks and the men did not even realise the danger that they were swimming towards. The crew followed her haunting melody, the guilty men dragged towards their death by the song of an innocent woman. A dispassionate gaze shifted across the men. She took pleasure in the sight of the betrayers and murders swimming willingly towards their deaths. Her once dearly beloved swam towards his death, not even his innocence was strong enough to save him from her deadly song. His guilt over something had caught him in her song and the pain of the night had removed all compassionate thought for all men. She continued singing, a dangerous smile curved on her lips as the men neared the rocks.

They were a formidable sight, protruding at least two metres out of the water. The tips were sharp like spears and they seemed like a perfect death trap. She projected her voice out once again, watching as the men became frenzied. They realised the danger all too late. Already being sucked towards the rocks, their screams and cries for help were drowned out by the splashing of water on rock. Amara watched aloofly as they drowned, hoping that they felt the same amount of torture that she had. Red hair disappeared beneath the surface as the ocean took its revenge on the taint that crossed it.

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But what if your childhood was shitty and traumatizing and you were meek and quiet as a kid so get a sweet little kitten and eventually as you grow and realize your worth and become more confident that kitten slowly grows into a lion.

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Magpie Love

“The first rule of love,” her mother says, voice crackling over the phone, “is to never take more than they can give.”

Finola’s eyes dart to the shoebox under her bed and then back out the dorm window. Her room is on the second floor this year and she can see more of the trees than she can see of the grassy space preceding the dining hall. “I know, Mom.”

“Remember.” Her mother’s voice is sharp and Finola can almost see her heavy, thick brows lowering until shadows cover her eyes. “No clothing. No bags. Never any jewelry.”

Finola wraps her free arm around her waist and closes her eyes. The light breeze rolling through the window smells like eucalyptus and mint. Her mouth waters. “I know, Mom.”

“Those are the big things,” her mother says, “but remember that too many of the small things can amount to a big thing.”

The shoebox under the bed gleams in a stray ray of light. Finola licks her lips. “I know, but—I need something. I have to. I feel like she’ll disappear if I don’t.” The words are inadequate for the sick fear in her stomach each time she loses sight of her. The horrible certainty that something bad will happen if she’s not by her side. She rubs a hand over her mouth.

Her mother’s tongue clicks. “That’s old instincts, Finola. Fight it. You don’t want your father and I to pull you out of school, do you?”

The memory of watching her high school fade out of sight surfaces and, in that moment, she’s sixteen again. She can feel her heart beating too fast, the scream ripping out of her throat, the way the ropes chafed her wrists. She can smell her first love’s perfume, cloying peach, in the air. She can feel their separation like a death in the pit of her stomach, radiating up into her chest, her throat, her head.

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 Lily never thought she would miss her family. Not with the way she left them, her sister not talking to her, her parents heartbroken that their children were fighting. But after a few weeks at Hogwarts, she realised she would often turn to her side, to a girl that would never stand there again, and she realised how much she missed her sister.

Lupin never thought he would miss his home. Not as much as he did, anyway, for at least at Hogwarts he did not see his father at every turn with guilt filled eyes. But at least at home, his parents knew, at least there, he did not have to turn around every time he walked to safety. The school was so crowded, and each full moon as he was escorted down to the tree, he thought of all the people that could find out. All the people that he would hurt if something went wrong.

Sirius never thought he would miss being alone. He loved his friends- loved that they had accepted him into their families like his own never had. But sometimes, he missed the silence. He would sometimes disappear into the grounds or the library, to search for the silence he was so used to. But he would always be found- and it was always by the boy who knew what to say to stop him, the quietest one of the group. But he never interrupted the quiet; instead, Lupin would just sit with him, eyes closed, a smile on his face, until James and Peter found them as well, and started talking about their future plans.

Snape never thought he would miss Lily. He never thought he would need to. They had been friends for so long that he had forgotten what it was like for her not to be there. But he had insulted her and she had not listened to his words after. He had said things in anger that he could not take back- and saying anything else would just make it worse. And as he watched from the other side of the lake, as she started sitting with that Potter more and more, he wondered if it was ever going to be the same.

James never thought he would miss being in trouble. And strangely, he didn’t. Lily brought out the best in him, and the best in all his friends- and strangely, he liked that. But he also liked that sometimes, she would join in with their jokes. That was why he didn’t miss it- because with Lily, he always got into trouble. But luckily, she told him off with a smile, and a kiss on the cheek instead of the detentions he still got from the teachers.

Peter never thought he would miss honesty. He thought it would be easy, lying so much to people that ne no longer cared for. But that was a lie in itself. He spent every day with them, he cared for them just like he cared for the last seven years of their friendship. Problem was, he cared for his life even more.

James never thought he would miss school. But in the years of terror, of flinching at every sound, he missed the safety of it, he missed that he was never really alone. He loved Lily and their newborn son, he loved the home they had made, but it was not the same. Not when he had spent almost every day with the other three boys for their teenage years. It was still too quiet- despite his sons constant crying- and that quietness made him feel like they were constantly being watched.

Snape never thought he would miss who he was. Before he fell into the crowd of Slytherins, the ones his Lily hated so much. But on the day Dumbledore came to him, he knew he would have done anything to go back in time, become his young self again and stop that word leaving his lips. Because maybe then, she would still be alive. Maybe then, she might have been his. Though who was he lying too- Dumbledore, or himself? Lily had been Potters from the moment she laid eyes on him. And that was why he hated it. And that was why he regretted it. And, why he vowed to protect the child that was the best and worst of them both.

Sirius never thought he would miss freedom. But after only a few years locked up with his worst thoughts, he could hardly remember the feel of water on his skin, grass under his feet. Every time he blinked, he feared he would lost another thought. Maybe his name. Maybe the name of his friends. Maybe what they looked like. That, to him, was worse than anything else, for it was the reminder of James laugh, of Lupin’s smile, of Lily’s hugs that kept him alive. And the thought of killing the one that betrayed and ruined them all.

Lupin never thought he would miss his friends. Despite what they all knew, it never crossed his mind that one day, he would be well and truly alone, back in the place that they all left. Or rather, not alone, but fighting with one of their sons, fighting to survive and fighting to keep everyone else alive. But it was in that moment he missed them the most, because in another world, in another time, they could all still be together, watching Harry live like a boy, not fight like a man. He was so tired. He had lost so much and wanted it back, wanted to forget. So when he heard the spell, he closed his eyes. He didn’t feel himself falling, he felt nothing at all. Other than a warm hand gripping his, and when he opened his eyes it was to see some that he never forgot. And Lupin didn’t need to miss them anymore.

Lily never thought she would miss life. Because she never believed there was anything after it. She had accepted her death while she was still breathing, accepted she would go into darkness while her son survived. But that was not what happened, and instead she and James watched from above as one by one, their friends and family, the Marauders that had grown up together joined them. And with each one that appeared, she hugged them; because without each of them living through what they had lost, her son would not have survived to live past the war.

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A witch puts a spell on a girl, a sleeping spell that promises the girl shall wake through true love’s kiss. Men come and kiss her. She slumbers. Women come and press their lips to hers, but still she sleeps. Many years past, and the girl remains still. One bright morning,  a lost little boy finds her resting spot and clears the dust and grime from her face. He offers her a kiss on her forehead, and her eyes flutter open. She never feels romantic love for a man nor a woman, and she cares for the boy until the day she dies.

A young woman is imprisoned in a castle by a monstrously formed prince. The servants of the castle hope for them to fall in love, and when the spell is broken they assume their prayers have been answered. They are all surprised, but nonetheless pleased, when it is revealed to them that the young woman and prince are the truest of friends, and nothing more.

They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen, a woman who is incapable of loving. She is unmarried, she has no consorts, and she wishes for no partner. She is the wretched queen, the heartless queen. She must hate her daughter, for her daughter is beautiful, and women are incapable of liking another woman who’s prettier than themselves. It must be for this reason that the princess was sent away, not for how she was attacked by a man in the woods. They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen because she cannot love. The queen loves her daughter, and that is enough for them both.

There lives a prince who is forced to choose a bride at the ball. He meets many beautiful women, but find none which he loves. He spies one in a gorgeous gown and wonder in her eyes, and he dances with her all night long. The kingdom is sure he has found his bride. When the clock strikes midnight he tells her how he will never love a woman, or a man, in the way he is expected to. The beautiful woman smiles and tells him she expects nothing from him. The next morning the prince and the beautiful woman are missing, having run off together to see the world. They leave their shoes behind in their haste.

Many kinds of love exist. It doesn’t all have to be romantic.

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what are we meant to do after infinity war?

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Here are some scientific facts about blood loss for all you psychopaths writers out there.

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God I love Sitcoms [12/?]

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I’ve just come to the realisation that Hermione Granger probably memory charmed her parents and packed them off to Australia long before she told Harry and Ron she’d done it at the beginning of Deathly Hallows.

She literally never goes home from Goblet of Fire onwards, spending her summers with the boys instead. In GoF she’s remarkably blase about her teeth, something her dentist parents would have noticed and felt hurt about. 

If I were to guess, I’d say she probably did it after the wizarding world cup when she’d seen exactly how the wizarding world treats muggles and decided not to let that happen to her folks. Hermione knows which way the wind is blowing and gets in early. She’d be more than capable of doing it. 

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5 New ideas for outlining stories

Maybe you are tired of all outlining techniques out there… the snowflake, the skeletal, the summary, the visual map, you’ve tried them all. And, although they are great, nothing works anymore. Or never worked in the first place. Maybe, when you outline, you feel like the magic is gone, the story has already been told, you don’t need to write it anymore. Outlining makes your bored.

Then, you try going pantser, but you get lost to where your story should be going soon after the first plot point. Not outlining makes you lost.

We need to jump outside the box of plotter and pantser. No one is 100% plotter, or 100% pantser. We are neither. In truth, we are explores, travelers, discoverers of beautiful stories, sometimes we have maps, sometimes we are following the unknown.

If we outline with fear and/or severity, we are doomed. Outlining is supposed to be on the creative side of the brain. It’s the whole picture of a drawing. Or the sketch of a sculpture. So, let’s try an artistic approach to outlining. 

1. TV Series:

For a moment, pretend that you are not writing a book, but a 15-episodes TV series. Write down a small paragraph to what should happen in each episode. Don’t worry about details, make it general. With 15 episodes planned out, you’ll have a clear view of the story. As you write, use the episodes as guidance.

This exercise helps you explore plot details.

2. Hours:

Think of your story as the hand of a clock, it has to run through twelves parts to close the circle. Draw a clock, but, instead of hours, write down plot points. Every hour should change the story somehow and guide the characters to a conclusion.

This exercise helps you keep track with the main plot.  

3. Branches

Picture your story as the branches of a tree. Better yet, grab a paper and draw your tree trunk. The trunk is the beginning of the story. Part the trunk into two big branches. These two branches are two different turns your story could take. From two big branches, create four smaller ones. At each split, create a new course for your story. At the end of the exercise, you’ll have many outlines to choose from.

This exercise helps you discover new possibilities.

4. Mixing

Mix the outline of two existing stories from books, movies or games to create your own. Very simple and easy. Write down one or more paragraphs on how these two stories would merge into one completely new.

This exercise helps you unravel new angles to old ideas. 

5. Tags

Make a list of 10 to 50 words of objects, colors, places, animals or even feelings. Pick three words randomly and try to incorporate them into your story.

This exercise helps you think outside the box.

You can try your favorite exercise, or all of them.

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Piece of media: here’s a female assassin

Me: nice

Piece of media: she kills her marks by seducing them and-

Me: *already asleep*

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This Is a Towel: Character Questionnaires

Character Development Questions for Writers (113 questions; geared toward supernatural narratives)

30 Character Questions (30 questions; very basic)

The Mother of All Character Questionnaires (382 questions; extremely in-depth and geared toward tabletop role-players)

Character Questionnaire (50 questions; pretty generic)

Character Questionnaire One (18 questions; interesting questions)

Character Questionnaire Two (33 questions; pretty basic)

Character Survey Questions (29 questions; pretty basic)

Character Outlines (107 questions; Yeah Write is very thorough)

Adult Character Questionnaire (32 questions; pretty basic)

Child Character Questionnaire (40 questions; pretty basic but very useful)

Additional Questions for the Character Questionnaire (15 questions; useful appendage)

HUGE Character Sheet for Fiction Writers (extremely thorough)

Checklist for Character Development  (interesting checklist to go by while creating a character)

Character Profile Form (very thorough; submitted by self-fulfilling-prophet)

Character Traits Meme (great checklist of character traits from pichu4850)

Masterlist of Character Development Questions Inspired By Different Fandoms (benedicthelps)

Character Sheets and character creation (thatfrenchhelper)

Writing a Character: Questionnaire (firstwordsoftheprologue)

The Most Epic Character Chart Ever

Story Questionnaire

Got another one for us? Link us to it through our submit box!

-C

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Formatting your Manuscript

If you’re planning on one day turning your manuscript in to literary agents and publishing houses, you need to make sure it’s formatted correctly. In many cases, your manuscript will be skipped over if it isn’t done to industry standard, so here’s the basics that you’ll need if you don’t want to be ignored. Before I get started, please know that this is aimed specifically at fiction manuscripts. If you’re writing non-fiction or a memoir, the expectations will be different, so it would be wise to Google what you need.

The Basics

Make sure your font is 12 point Times New Roman, Courier New, or Arial. These are the only three fonts you are allowed to pick from.

Your spacing should be 1 inch on all sides of the text. This is the default on most word processors, but double check your settings just to be sure.

Your text should be double spaced.

All of your indentations must be a half inch. Do not press indent. Instead, drag over the top arrow on the ruler to have every new paragraph automatically indent.

The Title Page

The top left-hand corner of your title page will have all your personal information. They want to see your name, address, phone number, e-mail address, the novel’s genre, and word count.

Your novel’s title is allowed to be between 20-24 point font if you want. Bold is also an option, but not necessary.

The title will appear halfway down the title page.

“A novel by [your name]” will be about three quarters of the way down the page.

The Next Pages

If you have a dedication, it will be on its own page.

If you have some sort of verse or quote, those will also need their own pages.

Do not include a page for acknowledgements.

The Chapters

Chapter titles will be 12 point font. No bolding or italics.

Chapters will start from one quarter to halfway down the page.

An easy way to format chapter headings is to press enter five or six times

Make sure you always start your chapters the same way every time.

When you start a new chapter, make sure you use a page break to bump the new chapter onto a new page. This will keep it in place so that it will never budge, no matter how much you cut out or add to the previous chapter.

Page Numbers

Page numbers will start with 1 on Chapter 1 of your manuscript. Page numbers will not appear on the title page or dedication page.

Page 1 will be labeled in the footer of Chapter 1. It should be centered.

Page 2 will be in the header of the next page.

From page 2 onward, your headers will be labeled like this:

If you insert a section break after the title and dedication pages, it will make it easier to insert the page numbers.

For the most part, this is the most important of what you’ll need to know for formatting your manuscript. I used this video as reference, so I’m trusting everything it says is true because it was made by an author who has several novels published, and because it was uploaded this year, it should be up to date.

But just remember, whenever you go to turn in a manuscript, make sure you check the website of the agent or publisher you’re trying to contact. They might have specifications that differ with the ones stated in this video, and you should always do whatever you can to abide by what they want.

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Robert Jahns captivating work and unique approach to photo manipulation deliver unexpected moments that marry people, nature and movement in ways that seem alive, yet surreal, all at once. Robert works on a global scale and collaborates with other well-known Instagrammers, photographers from all over the world.

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Bisexual culture is being in love with the whole main cast from sense 8 and brooklyn 99.