There are very few single chapters!

The book is written to 2.6 million words, and it seems that there is only one single chapter when I took a leave of absence last time.

In my opinion, most of the opening chapters are used by the author to take a leave of absence or not to update, to inform the readers.

I don't usually read much book reviews. (It's all saved up, look at it in a few days)

Click on it today to take a look.

There is a lot of scolding, so I know that there must be something wrong with the plot, and looking at it one by one, I found that the most reflected by readers is that the plot drags on and the progress is slow.

When the Big Dipper Immortal Realm chapter was approaching and the ending of the earth was about to begin, I had thought about a lot of plot directions.

According to my thoughts, I wanted to write about one, the kind of amazing return of myths. Maybe it's because the pen power is not up to the top, which leads to the foreshadowing after returning to the earth, which is a bit much.

There is another one, that is, someone reacts, and the plot is repeated.

When I look back, there are indeed some similarities, which will ensure that in the future, such embarrassing problems will be avoided.

Also, almost since last month, there have been four chapters almost every day, and occasionally five more. I've been updating the chapters because of the tip.

It's basically about 10,000 words a day.

Such an update, no matter which website it is, is terrifying. After all, an author will inevitably be a little powerless when conceiving the plot and ensuring updates and quality.

Specially conceived the plot, I have been going crazy for the past few days, and I really responded to the sentence in the book, walking, sitting and lying, and my brain is full of plots.

Different readers have different preferences, and I can only try my best to give you a satisfactory finish at the end of the finale.

Hard!

According to the previous outline, the book is expected to have between three million and four million words.

Now that it's suddenly facing the end, it's even more difficult.

Please rest assured, I will speed up the plot and minimize foreshadowing. It is expected that by the end of this month, the book will be completed.

The book "Five Thousand Years Horizontal", written until now, is really exhausted. Not because of the book, but because of real life.

In the past two months, my relationship has had problems, which caused my whole person to seem to be evacuated in an instant.

Very dazed and stressed.

The two-year relationship is not too long, nor is it too short, in the final analysis, it is because the personality is not suitable. I'm more of a big grin, the type that doesn't pay attention to a lot of small things, a little straight, not the kind of steel.

The other party is more sensitive, and there have been many quarrels because of my loud tone. Holding on to the present is also a relief.

It's been the hardest time for me for more than a month, and I really can't describe the feeling.

At one point, the thought flashed like this:

If I don't write, I really don't have the heart or strength, I just want to lie in bed, read novels, or watch movies.

But I persevered.

Almost four chapters a day, 10,000 words updated, not to mention grievances, readers pay to read the book, it is uncomfortable to read, and it can't be scolded?

I used to read books, and I also scolded.

It's not strange to scold, at least I know that there is a problem with my plot, which can be regarded as a kind of growth. It's not that easy to write a book, it's not just a few words and someone reads it.

income, even more not fixed.

I've been writing books for 13 years, and it's been seven years now, and I'll tell you, I didn't have a penny of income in the first three years, hundreds of thousands of millions of manuscripts, two hundred yuan, and sold them as scrap manuscripts.

In the fourth year, there was barely a month, and the income of a few thousand yuan was still unstable, sometimes high and sometimes low.

I have no talent, and I basically rely on the accumulation of tens of millions of words and slowly honed it.

It's a bit of a stretch.

After the code, I was a little lonely, and I read a few words in pieces. (Fortunately, I have readers with me, otherwise I don't say anything, I bury everything in my heart, I really want depression)

I bought a few cases of beer, drank a bottle a day, and tried to keep my attention on the plot.

But it's always out of control.

Cranky, very annoying, annoying, the first time I had the idea of getting married, and the first time I couldn't see the future.

We have such a character, and when we get married in the future, all kinds of quarrels will follow. She was also afraid, so because of a trivial matter, she quarreled at three o'clock in the middle of the night.

The result is a score.

She's tired, I'm tired, after all, emotionally, I don't let her, she doesn't let me. It was almost a little bit of the night when I was tired, and it was like lying down and resting for a while, and I didn't control my emotions.

It's like a mountain in every way, and I'm almost out of breath.

Originally, I wanted to wait for the day I finished the book, send a testimonial, and a few words of hypocrisy with the readers, tell my heart, and hollow out my body, which will be easier.

I really envy those, I smile it off, and I can afford to let it go.

Next, slowly clean up your mood, maybe there is really no future, find a suitable life, and that's it.

It's far away again.

Let's talk about the plot, it's starting to end, and the general outline is also there. I'll speed up the update, anyway, the reader has been following me for so long, I have to give an explanation.

Almost a year later, the sixth grade was promoted to the first year of junior high school, and the university also graduated, so everyone is an old friend.

I also don't like books that are suddenly cut off and never heard from again.

Thank you, big guys, listening to me read such a long paragraph, it's enough for me to re-find a chapter of the code, I can't laugh or cry.

It's not hypocritical, life goes on.

Sincerely, the author!