In a blink of an eye, more than two months have passed, and the novel "Heart" has been delayed again and again by Takeshita Grass Mustard, and it has not been completely written silently. Prior to this, the short story "Kappa" and the novella "Brother" that he gave to Chie Sakai were published in the "Literary Spring and Autumn Period". Readers, peers and critics have received rave reviews.

Some of them even compared "Childhood Sweetheart" and "Brother", which are also novellas. For a while, it was a lot of quarrels, so it was divided into two factions. One group is a firm love for the novella "Childhood Sweetheart" is the best work written by Takeshita Kusao, even better than "Rashomon" and "In the Bamboo Forest", the tendency is that female readers are the vast majority, and the other is insisting that "Brother" is the first novella that surpasses the author, and the readers who are no less charming than "Rashomon" and "In the Bamboo Forest" are the absolute main force of men.

In the process of the two factions arguing over this one, it further catalyzed the hot sale of the physical book of "Rashomon", a collection of short stories by Takeshita Kusaoke. The Literary and Art Spring and Autumn Publishing House has printed 50,000 copies from the very beginning, but once increased by 300,000 copies due to market reaction, and saw that the market prospect is broad, so it printed an additional 500,000 copies on the third edition and put it on the market, completely realizing the win-win relationship between the publishing house and the writer.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who once again heard the good news of the big sale from Sakai Chie, did not react as calmly as last time, but became quite indifferent. After all, at this moment, he has focused all his energy on original writing, using pseudonyms such as "Taro Nakajima", "Jiro Nakajima", "Saburo Nakajima" and so on as pen names.

Even if there are not thirty of them, there should be twenty, and the result is not much better than the previous owner of his own body. After all, pure literature must not only pay attention to high-level writing, but also have depth, ideology and connotation in content...... Therefore, some great writers who have left immortal works often have a rough experience, after all, they have seen the world and the cold state of the world in people's lives, so as to refine the inspiration that comes from human nature and can touch the depths of the soul.

With a deep personal experience of Takeshita Kusaoke, I really responded to that sentence, writing is equivalent to chronic suicide. And that's why writers are generally poor. From a newcomer to the first day, it is not clear what year, month, and day it will be. What's more, it is not possible for a writer to live completely by counting on the manuscript fee in the early days, but it is completely possible to starve to death ten million times.

Takeshita did not complain about the failure of each original submission, but carefully conducted self-reflection and self-examination. Try to find the shortcomings so that you can make up for them so that you don't make the same mistake again. He has submitted short stories to newspapers, magazines, publications, and publishers...... Either it is not a stone in the sea, or the euphemistic refusal to reply to the email sent by the editor is to maintain a normal heart of re-learning.

did not collapse because of this, and was willing to continue to be a copyist, Takeshita Mustard, who would not choose to commit suicide, but became more and more courageous, and wrote day and night. The sentence he repeatedly encouraged himself was "Lu Xun used more than 100 pen names before he wrote "Diary of a Madman" and became famous. I only used twenty or thirty pen names, which is much less than Lu Xun. So, it's not a nothing. Come on, come on, work hard, work hard. ”

It's not that it's useless, but he has a good literary foundation, but Takeshita Kusaoji, who is inspired by his indomitable, brave to try, and not afraid of failure, finally got his original short story published in a small publication. When he saw that the editor's reply to his email was completed, he was as ecstatic as Fan Jinzhong, holding his laptop with both hands, kissing and kissing, and shouting "Long live".

Immediately, there was no falling to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and there was no crazy Takeshita grass mustard, although the original short story was nothing to him, but he was greatly encouraged. To be precise, in the information he filled, the name was not only fake, but also the bank and card number were fake. His purpose was not to make money, but to slowly prove that he was indeed capable of writing. It is precisely because he has such a heart that he is unwilling to be a copyist that he will be urged to move forward, forward, and forward......

The reason why Takeshita Kusaka is lying is that on the one hand, it is hindered by the true identity of the copyist, and on the other hand, he is very worried that outsiders will suspect that he has monopolized the resources of a great Japanese writer who has never existed as a ghostwriter, after all, he has won the Akutagawa Award, and the hottest and most dazzling new star in the literary world at the moment is absolutely impossible to write immature works.

Dozens of days and nights, boiling up so that his eyes were red, his face was haggard, and the sloppy grass mustard under the bamboo wasp slowly calmed down a particularly excited heart. He put his laptop back on the low square table with both hands, and his nose moved, only to smell the smell of rotten smell coming from his body.

Slowly recalled that he was Takeshita Kusaoke, who had not taken a bath for a long time, and also remembered that Kitagawa Kako was kind words and asked him to take a bath many times, but he ignored it. The thing that makes me feel the most guilty is that little Lori is still holding her hand herself, and when she asks him to sit on the couch and watch her learn something from Sakurai-sensei, she is also completely absent-minded, after all, her mind is full of ideas and writing. The eyes were stupid to watch her work hard to make a "report performance" to herself, and he was here, but his heart was not here at all, like a walking corpse.

Takeshita Kusaokei remembers clearly, after repeated things like this many times, Kitagawa Miyuki even once lay in her arms and cried, saying something like "Is it that Dad doesn't want me anymore", "Dad doesn't love me anymore", "I'm not good there", "I did something wrong there, I must correct it" and so on. At that time, I was really obsessed with original writing too deeply, and I couldn't pull it out at all.

Sitting back in front of his laptop, he moved the mouse with his right hand and pulled up the unfinished novel "Heart" from a hard drive, and then continued to write, after all, he had not saved up enough 600 million yen in his hands.