It's almost a million words.

The book opened on February 21.

It's June 17th.

In less than four months now, including the public version, I've written a million words.

After it was put on the shelves, it was an average of almost 300,000 words per month.

Sure, I wasn't as good as the other tentacles, but I did my best.

In fact, I have worked so hard because I have your support and encouragement, and because I really need it......

Well, really......

What about the lack of money......

In reality, there is always a little bit of pressure......

I won't say what the specific pressure is......

Anyway, I haven't married a wife yet......

Of course, there are still people who like me......

It is......

All right......

I don't know what to say.

Sell badly?

It's selling miserably to me.

Of course, it's useless to sell a miserable estimate.

The ups and downs of emotions these days are really not good.

But it's normal.

After all......

Men, there's always a little bit of pressure.

Well, it's just that depression is a bit of a crime.

It's hard to believe that the author who wrote such a happy essay could have depression, right?

Right!

Not only did I have, but I was, severe......

And the kind of depression that thinks about suicide every day!

Ha ha!

Surprised, surprised?

That's how hi your sand sculptors are.

I'm depressed, I'm proud!

Ha ha.

Okay, but that's true, just in a light-hearted way.

Everyone has autism at times, and it's normal.

Depression is everyone's ......

This time the opening chapter is just to chat, and I don't ask for tickets or rewards......

In fact, lately, it's been quite Buddhist.

It's just a little lonely, and I want to talk.

That's right......

A small question for the questionnaire......

Who do you want to be the heroine?