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No more blank page syndrome
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Reading time: 0.46 180 words Hey Reader, The people I help with their book always want to know more about my frameworks. I don’t want to call them templates because that gives the impression that every book is going to be the same. They’re not. The frameworks I created mean that nobody has ever been stuck looking at that blank page and being like “I literally don’t know what to do next.” I’ve got a bunch of them for different aspects of the book. I’ve made them in such a way that you can dip into most bits of most of them and always have something to do. It gives you somewhere to start. And people are kind of intrigued by that. It’s a framework, but it’s not like a blueprint or a template. It’s like a butt kicker. A brain tickler. Hit reply and let me know what you’re struggling with and I can recommend one for you :) Or, if you want something more structured, grab my Kickstart Your Book bundle here, which comes with a bonus Reader Journey framework. TTFN, Vicky 🫡 p.s. Know someone who might enjoy this email? Please forward it to them and get them to sign up here.
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Learn to Write Like You Mean It
Join 500+ writers, creatives, misfits, and weirdos and learn to write like you mean it in 10 minutes a week. Get ONE practical tip, story, or shenanigan every Tuesday + a creative goodie bag on Friday 🖖🏼
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