Today, I deliberately opened a single chapter, but there are some things I really want to say to you.

When I first opened this book, I was still very passionate and enthusiastic, thinking that I would have to write at least three or four million words.

However, at present, the total number of words in this book is more than 180,000, and the contract is QQ reading, which is currently more than 140 collections, and the results are very poor, and I feel very uncomfortable.

At the beginning of January this year, I was still full of passion and enthusiasm, and I saved nearly 100,000 words in more than ten consecutive days, and I didn't dare to compare with the tentacle monster, but I was barely able to.

It's something I've never been in before.

And all of this is based on the anticipation of this book.

But every day I am excited about the code word,The results are always so bad.,When chatting in the author group,The author friends around me also persuaded me to cut directly.,I had this idea.,Still haven't made up my mind.。

However, my original code word motivation has also disappeared, and I can't even code a few words in a week, until now, almost all of them rely on the previous manuscript.

At the moment, I'm in a trance, and I don't know what to do next......

Maybe I'm not mature enough and not strong enough.

I'm sure I don't have the confidence to reach my original goal, a few million words is impossible, this book is definitely not more than 1 million words, and the sky is only about 800,000 words.

I won't be a eunuch, but I'll cut all the millions of words I had in mind, because I really can't hold on.

When I coded words, I also began to doubt myself, and no one read what I wrote, so it must be that what I wrote was not good-looking.

I also comforted myself that it would definitely not work to complain here, insisting that a million will become a god, but the last book ended with a million, and it was still like that......

Persevering to the end is also completely generating electricity with love.

I don't know how many times worse than the previous one, and I suspect that I am not suitable for writing this kind of subject at all, because my strength is simply not enough.

I began to calm down and took out the outline I had jotted down in my notebook, which I had planned to write in a few million words.

Looking at these contents, I am very serious about constantly deleting and revising, and it is absolutely impossible for me to write millions of words in this state.

For me now, writing millions of words in such a painful state is too torturous, too hard, and I forgive me for not having that perseverance.

Then someone will definitely ask, since it is so painful, why not just be a eunuch?

Quite simply, because there are still people who insist on staying.

It's a small number, but I don't want to live up to your expectations.

I deleted it until the end, and I found that I might write seven or eight hundred thousand words at most.

With this number of words, I can't tell the various stories that I originally had in my mind, but I can only tell one of them.

I don't ask for anything, I just hope that the next story can be enjoyed by you who stay.

A story written for you.