'Books are uniquely portable magic.' -Stephen King. So you want to write a book, huh? Looks like you've come to right place.

This is simply a book of suggestions on how to write based on how I do my works and how I write. "Tips" sounds too pretentious, someone should probably change that.

Midnight Miracle is the most well liked bar in town because of its amazing reputation, but not for the reason you think. Sure it has great service, wonderful dishes and drinks, and a fantastic staff, but its also named after the biker gang of the town that appears every night and clears everyone else out. Max is a regular customer, befriending the staff and practically working as a bodyguard. When he breaks apart a fight between the town's fierce gang and a competing hotheaded group who arrives, he's in for a world of trouble. He has to pick a side, and even worse, he has to keep a large part of his past a secret. But secrets can only stay a secret for so long...

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I don't know what this is Exert: 'Chair sat nervously beside Table, pressed to close that they're almost touching, the perfect curve of one of Table's legs right close to Chair's own. Chair feels a flush of pure want. Desire. Table and Chair have been 'associates' for what feels like decades. They knew each other in IKEA, for crying out loud, and Table never once uttered a word to Chair. The most Chair got was a: "She's coming, try not to break this time." and purposely looked directly at Chair! As if Chair mean for one of their legs to snap in half when one bubble of a human sat on them. Needless to say, Chair still adored Table. Even if Table was more talkative than a mime.' Again, I don't know what this is. I hope you're proud of me, mum.