It was thirty-seven minutes in the morning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I sat in front of my computer and typed this passage on my keyboard.

The reason why such a thing is done at such a time. There's only one reason for that -- and that's to say something.

So, if you're interested, listen to it.

I also collected this book, a total of 2,400 book lovers, if you have never removed this book from the shelf. Maybe you can really understand me.

So, let's get straight to the point.

What am I writing for?

In the beginning, it was for myself.

Attracted by the eccentricity of light displayed by the second dimension, he was shaken by the joys and sorrows of the fictional characters. At first, I lived up to my name, and I wrote my first words with love and passion.

I think about what I admire, I think about what I hate, and I put into words what I think in my head, what I want.

And then it was unfolded before you.

That was about five years ago.

That's quite an exaggerated number for a human lifetime.

If you had known me earlier, you would have been able to recall the original me, right? At that time, I was unbelievably young in writing. Looking back now, the heat on his face is also quite amazing.

But after that, things were a little bit different.

Although in the beginning, I was just satisfied with my delusions and wrote for my own pleasure. But after a while, I started to care about you.

I care about my readers.

Did you like my story?

Are you looking forward to my story?

What kind of stories would you like to see?

――What attracted you to my story?

One question after another. Slowly appeared in my mind.

So, starting with "Victory of the Oath", my story gradually changed.

For some personal reasons, I started building a hero character in my mind. A sad but tenacious, powerless and hesitant hero.

That's Rodritte.

A friend once said that Rodriit was my spiritual projection.

To a large extent, I have to admit it - because I poured my heart and soul into him and constructed his mind for him. If I veto him here, then I am clearly deceiving myself.

But gradually, I realized that I was not satisfied again.

Doujin is something that is cloaked in the skin of other people's thoughts.

A person who writes about doujin is a person who borrows someone else's shoulder and tries to speak his own words.

Maybe it can be well written.

Perhaps it can be more dazzling than the original.

But fandom is just fandom.

I want more.

So I started thinking again -- what exactly do I want?

The answer was surprisingly simple: I wanted to convey my thoughts.

My values.

My view of good and evil.

My philosophy, my thoughts, my soul - everything to me.

I want my words to function as a book.

Preach.

Tuition.

Doubts.

-- An arrogant idea.

Even at that time, when I was at my most rampant, I knew very well how arrogant this thought was.

Even at my youngest and most reckless age, I knew my insignificance.

But I'm going to do it anyway.

Because I'm twenty-five years old.

Friends, I'm not young anymore.

Tonight, sit in front of the computer. After watching the video and playing the game, I suddenly had doubts about what I was doing.

What am I doing?

I don't know.

How many mortals like me are worthless in my history, and how many people want to do something but end up with nothing?

I don't know.

All I know is that I suddenly want to do something.

So I decided: let's really do something. Even if it's not useful, even if it's just the nonsense of older children.

I've been doing it before, but I'm going to work harder after that. Although the road ahead is bleak, we will not give up.

Yes.

I hope that people who see my words will understand the kindness I want to convey.

I want people who see my words to feel the warmth in my chest.

The writer should have his own thoughts, and the writer should have sincerity.

-- No flattery, no impatience, no arrogance, no timidity.

That's how I want to live, that's how I'm going to build my world.

Then, show it to you.

I also want people who are aspiring to do this, who want to write their own stories, who want to show their thoughts to others, who walk with me.

It's not like we can't do anything.

Our minds are not closed.

2015/6/3

Greetings to the white feather wind chimes

Appendix:

If there are people who are like-minded with me, if you don't dislike it, you hope to contact me. Although my knowledge and ability are a little shallow, I still hope that someone will make progress and discuss with me.

If there are enough people, maybe it's a good idea to set up a workshop.