Turning inspiration from one point to several points in your mind, then connecting the dots into more and more lines, and finally drawing them into a surface, is the process of turning inspiration into a novel. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The author, on the other hand, records the picture he drew on the computer little by little through the keyboard, and becomes a work, which is finally displayed in front of the reader.

When I finally found inspiration, I was immediately excited, and I couldn't wait to sit down in front of the computer and enter the state of writing.

I don't know if other writers are like me, who, once in the state of writing, ignores whatever is happening around them, and exaggerates it as if the world is the only one left.

I started to work in front of the computer, my hands tapping quickly on the keyboard, trying to record everything that came to my mind on the computer.

In this way, more than an hour passed, and the summer came back in embarrassment.

When the wet summer stood in front of me, I was so focused on writing that I didn't pay attention to her, didn't even look at her, and stared at the screen with both eyes, not moving anywhere else.

"The shorty cake is back!" Summer shouted at me. Her voice sounded heavy, and her displeasure and anger could be heard in it.

I still didn't look up, just a perfunctory echo: "Oh! ”

Summer took out the shorty cake, wiped the water off the box with a paper towel, and put it in front of me.

I still didn't look up, but said to Summer, "I don't have the heart to eat now, you can just leave it there!" ”

When Xia heard this, he was immediately angry. She was originally resentful, but the grievances and anger in her heart at this moment surged into her heart in an instant, her eyes widened angrily, and she looked at me with an angry face.

In the middle of writing, I was still staring at the computer screen ********, unaware of the angry beast in front of me.

After a minute or two of brewing, the summer rage exploded completely. She yelled at me: "If you like to eat or not, my mother will quit!" ”

The hysterical roar of summer was so high that if it weren't for the sound of wind and rain outside, maybe the whole building would have heard the roar of summer.

But even the roar just now in the summer was so earth-shattering. But I still seemed to be deaf, and I still didn't react to what she had just done.

Summer looked at me angrily for a moment, then turned and ran out of the study. She heard a heavy door slamming and ran away.

The sound of the door slamming interrupted my train of thought, causing me to pause, look up, look around, and then after a few seconds of pause, go back to writing.

Actually, until this time, I didn't realize what had just happened. Being immersed in writing made me disinterested in everything around me, and even though I had experienced everything, my brain selectively ignored things that didn't matter to writing. And these things that I ignored were pitifully thrown into a corner of my mind.

In this way, I sat in front of the computer and worked hard under the inspiration. For the next few hours, I didn't think about anything else in my mind but the novel. I'm afraid that at this moment, in this world, it will be difficult to find something that can distract me.

I was busy until the middle of the night, until my eyelids couldn't hold it anymore, and then I dragged my tired body back to my bedroom to sleep. But until this time, I had not thought of summer, and I still had no sign of what had happened in the afternoon. This state of extreme enthusiasm for work may be regarded as the peak of the peak.

The next day, a typhoon that had officially made landfall, which was raging through the city at this time, was still windy and rainy yesterday, and now it has developed into a violent storm. The strength of the wind and the speed of the rain are unimaginable to those who have never seen a typhoon. Pedestrians and vehicles are no longer visible on the streets, and the greenery along the streets has been destroyed.

Since I didn't come to work in the summer, no one woke me up. Of course, even if it weren't for yesterday, with today's weather conditions, it would be impossible to come to work in the summer.

In my sleep, I was woken up by an unusual noise. When I woke up, I sat on the bed in a daze, feeling irritable.

Many people have this feeling, and when they are woken up when they are sleeping soundly, they must be full of resentment at that time, and they will have the urge to scold the street at any time.

"My grass, what's the sound?" I muffled my ears as I pricked up my ears to find the source of the strange sound.

I listened for a while, and found that the sound came from the study, so in order to see what was going on, I could only get out of bed very unpetitioning, and staggered to the study.

But when I walked to the door of the study, I was dumbfounded, and the sleepiness that had bothered me disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In front of my eyes, the originally neat study has become a mess at the moment, the things in the study are upside down, turned over, and paper things are scattered everywhere.

The root cause of this situation is that a window in the study that was originally used for ventilation was blown open by a strong wind because it was not closed tightly last night. At this moment, this window can only be at the mercy of the typhoon, swaying helplessly in the strong wind. The wind and torrential rain outside the house poured in from outside along the open window, and the study became what it is today.

I ran into the study in a panic and prepared to close the open window, but due to the strong wind of the typhoon at this time, it was not easy to close the window.

It took a lot of effort for me to close the window. Then I looked back, in this messy study, my heart was stuffed, except for a wry smile, I didn't know what kind of expression I could use.

I walked quickly to the computer, wiped the water that had been splashed on the computer, and then turned on the computer, and when I entered the system normally, I was immediately relieved. After all, the most valuable thing for me in this study is this computer, if the computer can't start, then what I wrote yesterday will be in vain.

The computer is no problem, but the study is still messy, I glanced around, although I was very reluctant, but looking at the current situation, I can only clean up by myself.

A man like me, who can't take care of himself and hasn't done housework for several years, now has to tidy up his study by himself, which is simply torture.