"yes, you think this thing is pretty good, right?"

"Yes, but it's real, and it's right in front of your eyes!"

"But do you really think that you can get something so good without paying a little price?"

"This spectacle magnifies one's desires, and all spirits, whether they are anger or fear or greed, are magnified. ”

"If I don't take it off, I might not be able to help ......"

"Beat you!"

"I thought you might get the spring water gone, but I thought you couldn't do anything about it, unless you drank it, but you couldn't digest it at all. ”

"If you do drink the spring water, you will also become a monster along with the spring water. ”

"You ......"

The author wants to say something, and the author of this book is me, so I'll say something here.

This book is not read, or will be in the future, and that will be later, not now.

So now, I'm just writing for myself.

At the beginning, I swore to myself, I kept changing, I had to write every day, but look at the present, I not only haven't written for two months, but now I don't want to code words, very resistant, right?

I don't know why, my heart is congested, sad, and depressed.

I've wanted to write a story for a long time, but last summer's interest suddenly rose and I put it into action.

I started to read the type of novel I wanted to write in a targeted manner, and the new book lists of major websites were also watched to some extent, maybe I was too stupid, and I was not satisfied with the nearly 100,000 words.

Yes, that's right, 100,000 words, it's too little......

I know, I know.

I really want to get more than 10,000 a day, but I'm ......

There's no reason I'm just a talker.

Is it because I don't want to sit there and write for a day? I don't know.

I remember that I read a lot of novels at the time, and I strongly recommend two here, and I have read them myself, and they are really good-looking!

One is a full-time mage, and the other is a master of mysteries.

If anyone can see this chapter, they can read these two books.

At least these two books are fairy grass for me.

I think I like online literature.

Why can't we keep it up every day? Or maybe the author is too playful.

The only month was updated.,At that time, it was a word in the school code.,Maybe?I'm more able to code words in school.,Well,,, in school.,I'm drowsy all the time.,I want to put the world in my head.,A story.,Describe it with words.。

At home, it's a bit of a no-go.

Or I'm not focused enough, so I won't quibble here, but my love for writing will not be fake.

Today, the author is also a little uncomfortable in reality, a little rebellious, plus he basically didn't sleep for long, and he was a little tired and tired.

These words were pieced together by the author in a lucid and drowsy state, and I also felt a bit of a mess.

Often I can't adapt to some social interactions, I sometimes try to get closer, oops, the author doesn't know what words to use to describe it here, study, or play?

It should be more accurate to play, uh-huh, I sometimes try to play, I try to blend in, but I don't get an answer, is it that I don't play enough, it should be that I've been resisting, right?

I found that people I hated still didn't like them in the end.

I think they're noisy.

I behold, look at them I ......

In fact, I don't know, there are no people who are indifferent for no reason, and hurt for no reason [this is really a great crime] There are a very few, but they just don't understand, they don't understand.

Sometimes I feel like I'm sick, but I'm closer to not being sick, and I occasionally get in a trance, like typing, after a sentence.

When I looked at it again, I felt like I had never typed it, so I couldn't be impressed.

I may have said a lot, but not necessarily, I didn't say anything.

Oh roar, I suddenly heard that it was raining outside, and I felt a little excited for some reason.

I don't want to say much, I'm just looking back on my original intention of writing, lamenting my love for online writing, and encouraging myself, hoping to keep walking on this road.

Let's talk about a book, although I don't have a more complete outline, but at least the main line is still needed, and these two chapters also hint at ......

In this world, there is not only one traveler who travels far away, this monocle is the clue, but also the name of the person and some other details.

Aha,There's one more thing to talk about.,Although I wrote like that.,Reveal something.,But that gluttonous is a boy.,Not a girl.,Not a cute girl.,The author is not a pervert.。

This chapter is not just a scene where the shopkeeper of Sugar Sydney is installed, there are many people, but I don't know what characters I want to write for the time being......

Writing an article is nothing more than wanting others to understand it, and so am I, and I am very happy to have a reader who understands me.

I may be a little off, and sometimes I feel that my words are quite innocent and moaning, but I will read more novels written by big guys, correct them, and improve.

I would also like to say that the original intention of writing is to be happy.

That's pretty much it, I'm so sleepy =_= I'm going to sleep......

If anyone can see this chapter in the future, well, it should be pretty good!

Of course, as an author, I really hope to see you finish this chapter.

I will do my best to finish this novel and write it well.

So, I'm also saying this:

"Thanks for watching!"

"Good night. ”