It's on the shelves.

I want to talk about myself.

This book is the second book I posted at the beginning.

When the last book was updated to 400,000 words, there were only twenty-three collections, less than 300 clicks, and of course it was not on the shelves.

Of course, at that time, I didn't realize how bad this data was, and I just slowly wrote down.

Friends think that you can't do this, if you don't recommend it, you will advertise, and you won't lose anything anyway.

With a tentative thought, I wrote a long heartfelt sentence and then appended the name of the book at the end.

It was really effective, at least for the results of that book, and the collection suddenly multiplied four or five times (it's really funny to think about it now, that bit of data is estimated to be less than the daily fluctuations of ordinary authors, let alone great gods).

At that time, seeing that the collection was rising, I didn't have the slightest idea of happiness in my heart, as if I had already realized something.

I already realized that I had failed.

What happened next confirmed that suspicion.

Everyone who came through the advertisement seemed to be moved by those words, and they all encouraged me, and the generous book friends were willing to reward and support me, and I was very touched at that time.

However, the sad speculation in my mind became more and more true.

The content of that book was not recognized by anyone.

Not a single one.

No one said the word "good" to any aspect of the content.

"Good", "OK", or even "average",

None of these evaluations were made.

In addition to encouragement, the book review section is more about pointing out the shortcomings of the book (which I benefited a lot).

In the same way, there is not a single person who can hold on to seeing the fifty chapters later.

No one wants to watch it anymore.

To put it simply, it's nothing.

I suddenly realized that at that time, everyone encouraged me to reward me because of the sympathy of a kind heart for the miserable situation of the weak, and nothing more.

On the day I chose to break the update, I still had more than 200,000 words of manuscripts on my computer, and more than 100 chapters had not been sent.

- Even if you push another 100 chapters, I guess no one will read it, let alone the rest of it.

I knew how to write the last million words, and I knew what to say in the next two million words, but I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.

My head hurt, and my tears kept flowing.

It's really useless......

I've been thinking about that book since five years ago, and even when I was in my third year of high school, I often used my notebook to write it, until two years ago, when I started to actually code it out on the computer, and after stumbling and saving the manuscript for nearly a year, I posted it at the starting point with great anticipation.

Then, it took four months to prove his failure.

As a weakling, the pain of failure was much greater than I had imagined.

After a short break, I reimagined this one.

I've forgotten what my motivation was for continuing to write a book, maybe I just don't know what else I can choose other than a novel.

I carefully summarized the reasons for the failure of the previous book, probably because the introduction was too fascinating, the opening setting was too descriptive, the description was too long-winded, the rendering was too depressing, and the first cool point came too slowly...... Etcetera.

Although this book has many shortcomings, at least the beginning can make some book friends stick to it.

Actually, when I was writing the first volume, I wrote about the part where Chu Ge used Simon's lies to mislead everyone, and I used the plot of the previous book when the protagonist killed an important enemy (of course, in that book, it was only in the stage of conception, and I had not yet had time to write it).

Originally, in the conception of the previous book, this plot appeared in the later stage, and after various renderings, the foreplay was fully foreshadowed, and then the truth was slowly revealed at the end.

But put it in this book, because the strength of the protagonist is too weak, the strength of the supporting characters cannot be strong, the trap cannot be set too difficult, the length cannot be too long, and the author's skills are insufficient...... Under all kinds of restrictions, everyone may only seem to have a feeling of "barely getting by".

But why do I insist on writing like this?

Just to make the beginning not too sparse and ordinary, and slightly more readable. If that idea is compared to a high-end ingredient, then as a chef, I am cooking with a blunt knife, which is undoubtedly a serious dereliction of duty, but in order to taste better, this is the only way to make the dish better.

To be honest, the results of this book now, perhaps in the eyes of 90% of the signed authors, are too much to pounce on.

Perhaps this is really the case, in the eyes of editors and peers, the book is a failure. I, I guess failed again.

However, the despair of the previous book is still unforgettable to this day.

I was so desperate that I didn't dare to ask for anything else.

"Kong Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!"

- Perhaps, that's what it tastes like.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, I know this very well, so when I opened this book, I always warned myself not to ask for anything.

Cowards are afraid of even happiness, hurt when they touch cotton, and sometimes hurt by happiness. I don't know what kind of emotions the writer had in mind when he wrote this, but I did feel the resonance from it.

So, even though the book is only as good as it is now, I'm still very happy. For example, after the first recommendation, the collection rose to about 120, although this number is far less than that of other writers, but I think they are definitely inferior to me in terms of mentality, at least after seeing this kind of achievement, they will definitely not be as happy as me, no, I should say that there are few who can laugh (laughs).

This is mine, small happiness.

Then, the improvement reaches a bottleneck, and the growth of the data comes to a standstill. After the euphoria, all that remains is anxiety and trepidation.

- Perhaps, like the previous one, it will come to an end, and no one cares.

The days of unrest passed slowly, one day, two days, three days, a week......

Luckily, it didn't last long, and one day after a casual glance after dinner, I found that the first digit of the collection had changed from "1" to "2".

In less than half a day, the collection rose by more than fifty, and then, in the following time, it rose by more than seventy.

I can add more than 100 collections a day, and to be honest, I never even dared to dream of such a situation.

Like a stupid nouveau riche, while stealing joy, I was scared. I'm afraid of getting stuck in a bottleneck like I did last time, I'm afraid of feeling that way.

- For such a small amount of results to fluctuate like this, maybe he was originally an immature person, but now he is more like a clown.

All of a sudden, I lost and forgot why I started writing novels.

Whether life has meaning or not, this question is very interesting, we were not born because of God, or there is a world to be destroyed, waiting for the boy you to save this kind of secondary two reasons, it's just that parents want to have a baby of their own.

Not because of meaning, but because of love.

I love writing novels,

Loved it,

I can't like it.

The results are the proof of the thing, not the purpose of doing it.

Although I once imagined relying on writing novels to support myself and my family, but now?

In fact, I didn't talk to anyone but my father, "dream", these two words.

I don't dare.

When people ask me if I'm writing a novel,

I only dared to answer with a smile, writing for fun.

If you're serious, you're going to lose, so I just have to try to make myself look less serious, at least not so ugly when I fall.

I want to tell them that I want to write novels for the rest of my life.

I want to be a professional novelist, and I want to write forever.

I don't dare to say that, and I don't have such qualifications.

You may say that just writing a novel is just an ordinary hobby, and how hypocritical it is.

This is definitely not the case, and you will never imagine the status of this thing in my heart.

I once had a dream that I had obtained Aladdin's magic lamp, and the lamp god would grant one of my wishes.

- I can write really good novels, that's what I want!

Now, just seeing the word "good" makes me happy, and it's enough for someone to recognize you, so what more could I ask for?

Maybe I don't deserve to say these things at all, and it's just funny to say them and fall into the eyes of others.

In the future, I may change, and one day I will send you a sentence at the end of the chapter, I'm sorry, in order to face the pressure of my family, I have to find a job, and this book can only end here, or something...... But at least now, I want to tell my inner story and share the bizarre world in my mind.

I want to say it to you.

Some book friends may say that complaining about this is enough time for you to code another chapter (laughs). I'll just allow me to babble here for a while, and I'm sorry if I have caused you any discomfort, but at least after writing this, I don't get bothered by those strange thoughts anymore.

It's a heavy thing to keep thinking about questions that don't have the right answers, but now that someone has come to approve of us, we can write it down in peace (tears).

Thank you for seeing this not-so-fascinating story.

Because of various factors, I can't even make any guarantees to you, and even the last two weeks of updates have been eating up manuscripts.

However, I will try to write and write with my heart.

I have been working hard to learn, whether it is pen power, heritage, vision, or values, it is far from enough, many times I am picking people's teeth, full of loopholes, and groping forward little by little.

As long as you think about it, there will always be creativity, but strength can only be honed through time, and it is a long and difficult road, and you don't know when it will fall.

I want to climb higher and write really good novels.

As I said before, 1,000 words an hour,It's really fast for me.,Except for the chapter where the task reward is settled,Most of the time it's three hours or more to code a chapter.,If you want to write more exquisitely.,I'm afraid it will take longer.。

So, let's not force the grades or anything, just plain and bland, keep the mood at the beginning, and write it down slowly with a heart that you like.

My only wish for 2018 is that I can write this book with peace of mind.

Finally, I wish you all happiness and happiness.