I have always been hesitant, wondering whether I should continue to pursue a career as a writer.
The status of a low-level writer like me is very humble. My income fluctuates high and low, and is very unstable. I am often on tenterhooks and live a day without a meal. Instead of wasting my time here, I might as well find a job. Have a serious job, do something down-to-earth, and get a stable income.
If I continue to work in the writing industry, I don’t know when I will be able to succeed.
Writing is something I like very much. Like many old and new writers, I once put all my passion into it and gained joy, anger, sorrow, joy, joy, and sorrow from it. I never give up and never shrink back. I hope that one day I can realize what I want in my heart. Dream of a great god. But the cruel facts proved that I was too young and too naive. Maybe I had the disease of a great god, but I did not have the fate of a great god. Although I was unwilling to accept it, I had to accept it.
Prior to this, I had been carefully crafting the outline of the new book, and I was confidently preparing to do something big. I didn't expect to become a god in one fell swoop, but at least I wanted to surpass the results achieved by the weapon refining craze. But unexpected changes made me understand that I was actually wrong from the beginning, and everything was just wishful thinking on my part.
Now, the dream has awakened.
It's time to wake up too.
No parent is willing to marry their daughter to a boy who cannot see hope for the future, and no woman is willing to entrust herself to a man who cannot see hope for the future, because that is not bravery, that is stupidity, and that is not love. , is ignorance, even if it is love, love cannot be used to pay for a house or a car, cannot be cashed into cash, and cannot be used as food. If I have a daughter in the future, maybe I will also ask for her future partner according to such conditions, not for covetousness, but for her sake.
I understand this, but I'm still twitching with sadness.
I don't blame anyone but myself.
Therefore, the new book originally planned was put on hold.
After the weapon refining frenzy is over, I may stop writing and seal up this wonderful memory.
After hesitating for a long time, typing, deleting and typing a line of words, deciding whether to persevere or retreat, I finally made a decision.
The weapon-refining craze will end in March. I will cherish the last month or so and hope that everyone will accompany me through the final journey and bring my writing career to a successful conclusion.
Thanks
Thank you to every friend who has supported and currently supports the weapon refining craze. To be continued.