When I got back to my mother's house after work today, I didn't rush back to my house as soon as I usually did, and then I routinely turned on the computer, clicked on Kugou music, and listened to the "Guess You Like" radio station that didn't know what the next song was, and started the day's coding process. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Speaking of which, from November 19, 2016 to now, it has been almost 2 months. Two months have made me feel more meaningful than ever.

Yes, that's right, that's the meaning.

The desire to pick up a pen and write something has been a hasten since high school. This desire is as natural as drinking water when you are thirsty and eating when you are hungry, as if you are itching to write something after reading more novels.

But due to various reasons, laziness, accidents, busyness, etc., even if I want to pick up the pen and start writing every day of my life, every day I tell myself that I will start writing tomorrow, and I will start thinking tomorrow, but I have never started writing.

I believe that many people are also in this situation, always dragging around, when they really want to write, they want to write out the outline, then write out the detailed outline, and then slowly save tens of thousands of words before publishing. But dragging and procrastinating, the first step is always not completed.

So, on November 19th, I told myself that I couldn't put it off any longer. Either write or give up. People who live in delusions are pathetic, and no one can force themselves to wake up except themselves.

Obviously, writing something is one of the few obsessions in my heart. So I won't give up. So, let's write.

To tell the truth, "The Legend of the Harem Wenhua" is the product of my impulse. There was no premeditation, the wedge was written by himself after forcing himself. After sending the wedge, I began to force myself to write the first chapter. Stumbling like this, ignorant and having nothing, I started creating.

Yes, this book, there is no outline, no detailed outline, no manuscript. Every word in a chapter that is updated every day is what I read about when I look at the time. Every plot is written and written, and I think, why don't you write it like this?

When more than 10,000 words were written, a message appeared in the writer's background, prompting that the content was to sign a contract. I don't think I can describe the ecstasy I felt at that time. It was a joy that was more joyful than a long drought and a rainy day, and it was also an affirmation of what I wanted to write about since high school.

That's it, sign a contract, continue to update, until the end of the month, the work is getting busier and busier, getting up early every morning, and still squeezing time to force yourself to code words at night.

I always knew that the product of such a rush could be full of flaws. So looking at the poor subscription, I only smiled slightly bitterly in my heart. However, I still promise that I will finish this book. Because it's my first book and it's the one that brings me possibilities. It won't be unfinished, it won't be a eunuch, it will be written bit by bit according to what I plan for it.

I'm also a quiet person, so I don't talk much, and I think a lot, but I don't talk much. But the time is slowly coming to the New Year, and in less than 2 weeks, the new year will be ushered in soon, and the desire in my heart tells me that I always feel that I should say something.

So let's say this sentence: don't forget your original intention and move forward all the way.

I won't forget every feeling I've felt since I started writing the novel, and I won't forget how much I wanted to write about it in the first place.

I was on the tail end of 2016 on a path that I had always dreamed of walking, and in 2017, all the way forward.

I don't know how many people are reading this book right now, and I don't know how many people can read this chapter that was written on the spur of the moment.

But I want to say that:

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.