Before I knew it, it was time to put it on the shelves.
I don’t know how many people will see this, anyway, thank you all for your support, especially those friends who have been recommending me.
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Anyway, thank you everyone.
Wait, you think I'm done here
too young too simple!
I won’t complain about my grievances here, otherwise I’ll be suspected of trying to gain sympathy.
So I solemnly promise.
I'll express my grievances in a different way.
I try my best to express my thoughts in the form of jokes, and everyone can just enjoy watching them.
After all, I want to be a novelist who tells jokes.
In other words, a novelist who doesn't want to be a joke teller is not a good writer.
But where to begin
If it were someone else, they would definitely start with how they developed an inextricable bond with novels, why they wrote this novel, and so on.
I won’t talk about these empty words. I’ll just tell you how I feel after writing novels for so many years.
Just two words.
Difficult to write!
It’s so fucking hard to write!
Unless you are gifted or completely brainless and don't want to think about anything, many authors have the same idea as me.
When I read other people's novels, I always wonder how the plot should be arranged, how this description should be written, what the protagonist should do, and all kinds of suggestions and passionate words.
But when I actually started writing, I just stared at the screen stupidly.
At that time, I really wanted to experience what the great writer said: "I was just writing casually at the beginning, but I didn't expect that I would become famous with one book." Or "The happiest time for me was when I made 98 yuan a month." That would be fine too.
As a result, God probably didn’t give me this opportunity because I’m so handsome.
He also told me that if I wanted to become stronger, I had to either spend money or become uglier.
Of course I refused to top up my account. I am very poor and even if I top up my account I cannot make a living by relying on my looks. As for becoming ugly, that is impossible.
So I changed my approach and sacrificed my hair for strength.
If I become bald, I will naturally become stronger.
But I accidentally met a profiteer. My hair was gone and even my pants were stripped off. I could only shiver in the cold wind. When others saw me, they thought I was a wandering monk from somewhere and went up to comfort me without saying a word.
"Handsome guy, where are you from? Do you want to come over for a drink?"
I can't help but sigh that being handsome is somewhat useful. At least others won't notice that you are standing on the street wearing only a pair of that.
After the first experience of being cheated, I learned my lesson, turned over a new leaf, and stopped doing those empty things.
I sat down at the computer and started typing again. Of course, all this would have to wait until my hair grew back. After all, a bald head is too bright and I wouldn’t be able to see clearly what I was typing.
As a result, I have been coding for nearly two years, and I have written countless random things. Most of the things that were written according to my own ideas failed, and those that imitated others also failed.
All in all, there are only two books with over a million words. One is full of bitterness and hatred, and is extremely childish, and the rest is so watered down that even I couldn't stand reading it.
The second book was not published at a certain point, but on a website that you all know. It was full of gay love, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Wow. Then it was blocked.
Do not laugh.
At that time, the crackdown was severe, and as long as your grades were not good, many books that were not that important would be accidentally affected.
I'm sure I was injured by mistake.
Then, I, an old loser, stumbled back to a certain point and got my current account.
It is bound to be difficult for a new author to start from scratch with a new book.
I had some idea that it would turn out like this.
Newbies simply cannot perform as many fancy operations as the masters, and often make mistakes one after another.
What’s even more terrible is that many of them are imitating the masters and tap dancing on the road, which is really magical.
But I am different from them.
I just followed my own idea and danced to a great song while they were all tap dancing.
I am not superstitious, I believe in science. I just simply like to dance the magical steps of the gods, which is as magical as reality.
I will fall, but there is nothing I can do about it. After all, I have not received any professional training. I can only do what I like.
People who strive to the limit often fail. Only by doing it will they know where their limits are.
I originally wanted to have a piece of chicken soup here, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. I've already said that this is for telling jokes and complaining, so let's put the chicken soup aside for a while.
In short, writing this novel is so damn difficult.
I often have to think about how to handle each scene well. I can only improve myself slowly if I am not as skilled as others.
I often have to think about logic to be self-consistent. Self-consistent logic is the romance of engineering men, but I don’t mind adding a little magic. If you read more news, you will find that the world is much more magical than you think.
I often have to think about how to make the story interesting. This is the most exhausting and thankless task. If it is arranged well, it will be fine. If it is not arranged well, it will be awkward.
So please forgive me if some parts are not well written.
After all, the author's current ability is limited. It takes one and a half hours to write the draft of the main text, and then one or two hours, or even three hours to revise it. When you have a chance to compare the original manuscript with the final draft, you will find out how bad the author's first draft is.
Having said so much, it seems that not many people read it.
So, that’s it.
Here, I set a flag. If I become a god one day, I will write a novel of more than two million words, which is a mixture of science fiction, military, gay, romance and other miscellaneous things, and is completely free.
Anyway, those who have subscribed will skip the remarks and read the main text, so you can set any flag you want.
Ha ha.
(End of this chapter)