The first anniversary of the publication of the novel.

It's a pity that only 240,000 words were written.

A few days ago, Shangzhihu specially consulted the angry banana of the god of online literature, which I like very much, and asked a question.

"I thought hard about a particularly burning opening plot, which was different from the beginnings of other authors of the same genre, very anti-routine, but after writing this plot, I fell into a serious Kavin. Because I don't know how to write down, or rather, I don't know if I should use the ordinary routine that other authors have written badly to pick up this very beautiful opening. ”

I didn't expect a reply, but Banana Da really gave me an answer.

"At the end of the day, it's your own expectations of the high/high plot of this part that are too high. You meditate, and you only meditate on the beginning of the whole novel, and you rarely spend time thinking about the plot content after that, and of course you don't know what to write next. ”

If you only understand the appearance of the routine, then you are anti-routine, nothing more than what others write, you don't write anything. In fact, this is even more on the street, and the reason why the routine is formed is because the plot in a certain mode is more likely to stimulate people's emotions, and if you don't understand the emotions and don't understand the routine, you go to the anti-routine, then you don't even have the possibility of stimulating people's emotions (the most superficial feeling that makes people feel good). ”

At that time, I was far from being as calm as I am now lying on the iron frame bed in the dormitory listening to Chen Li's "Song of Wonderful Ability" with an indifferent face - I clenched my fists like crazy and shouted: ", the idol has replied to me!" ”

Later, after carefully reading the words of the great god, I reacted.

Only a wry smile.

Yes, I don't understand fiction.

Since I was 14 years old, I have been thinking about what fiction is and how to write it, and today, at the age of 21, I still don't know what writing is.

I remember clearly, I came into contact with the Internet at the end of 10 years, started writing at the beginning of 12 years, and began to upload works on major websites in the middle of 13 years.

may be obsessed with writing, six years of middle school, and like those failed works, all hit the streets, and can only barely read a vocational college.

Maybe I was unwilling, but on March 15 last year, I went back to the starting point and published "Rebellion" here.

I don't understand fiction.

To admit that a young man who has loved fiction since the age of thirteen and who has made up his mind to be a fiction writer and who has reached the age of twenty-one admits that he does not understand fiction – it is really a ...... It's a very easy thing to do......

It's not a hot-blooded teenager of sixteen or seventeen, and it's not difficult to admit that he's a Loser.

Loser, let's be Loser, after all, I have been crawling all the way, and I clearly see that I have a few pounds and a few taels, and there is nothing to refute.

Now, I'm about to graduate, and it's not right, because I failed in English, I'm afraid I can only get an honorable certificate of completion.

When I came home for the Chinese New Year in 18, my mother asked me, "What have you done this year?" ”

I......

Hell knows what I went through......

Do you want me to tell you that I spent a year writing a novel, and I ended up writing a bunch of inexplicable 240,000 words?

Do you want me to tell you that I spent a year studying at a university and ended up reading a B-level English make-up exam notice?

Do you want me to tell you that I spent a year squandering it, and the result was just lying in the dormitory, and I didn't even touch the basic configuration of college students who went to the girls' dormitory to confess loudly, went to nightclubs to drink and fight?

Okay, okay.

Don't ask, don't ask.

Hell knows how I spent this year.

In the past year, I was only impressed by the fact that I went to the factory to work on the assembly line for two months.

Survived between chattering "can you work" and "if you don't want to do it, go home and drink milk", and then earn thousands of dollars, and spend thousands more.

I'm so upset.

How can you grasp the cool point of the novel?

Even the three or four readers who are tolerant and generous know that my garbage may break off one day.

So...... My next chapter is in these two days......