There is only one chapter on the day of 5/17/17, and there must be a few more days to follow, so there is this note. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

First of all, I write a little slowly and a little more seriously, and I devote myself wholeheartedly, and it takes me more than five or six hours to write more than 2,000 words per chapter. Therefore, I had a lot of saved manuscripts before I started publishing chapters, so that I had time to review the chapters many times. In order to satisfy himself and his book friends with the quality, he even stopped repairing and rewriting several times, and the longest one was a year.

Later, I signed a contract, even if I didn't care about the very poor grades, I had to take into account the mood of my parents, so I worked hard to mix two more full-time attendance every day, thinking that my family would loosen up a little bit and I didn't earn money and only wrote books, and I was uncomfortable with going to work and quitting in the middle. It's not very useful to talk to them about their interests and ideals in this regard, and I mean the ideological uselessness, because in fact they are not completely against it, well, they are quite used to me on this point. Of course, occasionally I will be persuaded to find a job. Therefore, the little money that Quanqin can barely make them feel better.

But then the problem came, in the past two months, I couldn't keep up with the pace of publishing, and it became more and more difficult. Every day is so urgent that in addition to eating, it is to write books, and staying up all night is commonplace, and my mother is most disgusted by this, the family is not rich, but it is not forced to have more money, just enough to eat, but you can't drag your body down. In this regard, I can only say that when the writing speed is raised, I can transfer it back if I save more manuscripts, but day by day, the speed just can't be improved.

Because I always want to revise the article better whenever I have time, then no amount of time is enough, and occasionally it is faster to finish a chapter, and the time is given to revise it again. So let alone staying up late, I can't even spare time to cut my hair short, and the kind of friend invitations I have to go to are probably the last, and then, I haven't gone out to eat my favorite mutton noodles for a long time......

But well, who told me that my interest is in writing, writing is not tired or happy, and these problems that can be solved slowly are not a problem in the end. The real big problem is that I feel more and more that this rhythm of the two changes makes the structure of the volume and chapter and chapter and chapter a little unsatisfactory, and many times in retrospect, it always has to be changed. So I had the idea of subtracting one more and saving a little more manuscript and then two more.,If you don't have full attendance, you don't have it.,Anyway, I can't pounce on this book.,In a sense, it's written to a few book friends and myself.。

My mind is set.,I have to take into account the mood of the book friends.,Well,Although there are only a few people who subscribe to the genuine version at the starting point and the creation.,But even if it's just one.,I have to think about it.。 So I didn't stop immediately, and I tried to give two shifts every day to ensure quality and quantity, and at the same time consciously strengthened my exercise in terms of speeding up.

As of the 16th, when I was looking up information and sorting out the size of the structure, I felt that I had accelerated under the premise of the same quality. It's just that before I can actually save a little manuscript, life plays a big joke on me.

At the intersection of the 16th and 17th, a younger brother of mine who came back from work and vacation asked me to go out for a supper and drink two glasses. Of course you have to go.

After revising the chapter I had just uploaded, I went to the store and served all the dishes, and walked with a bottle of white for each person. After drinking, my brother still wanted to talk and drink, and I thought that he had mentioned several times that he wanted to eat the specialties that were originally open here before he entered the wrong restaurant, so I took him to the one he wanted to eat on the grounds that the food didn't fit well. I came and went, and it was close to three o'clock before I got home, and I hurriedly began to write the chapter that was usually sent at half past twelve at noon.

As a result, the two bottles of liquor still affected the state a little, and that chapter happened to involve several new concepts that were difficult to decide and repeatedly scrutinized...... By half-past eleven when my mom had finished lunch, I still hadn't written it yet.

The most helpless thing is that when I went into the study after eating, I saw that there was a power outage, a power outage! I was a little devastated at that second, but I thought that I would usually come in two hours, and today's two chapters should be completed in the total time, so I could still talk to my mom about it with a smile. Later, it didn't work until half past one, and I couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

The next facts tell me that there is no most helplessness, only more helplessness. When my mother woke me up at half past six, I thought it was to call me to eat, but she said that the power went out again after the call, this time the line between my house and the next door burned, she went to find someone to fix it, and asked me to pay attention to turning the phone on (there was not much electricity turned off before going to bed).

My mother was also afraid that I was in a hurry, so she found the property management but didn't fix it, and found a knowledgeable acquaintance nearby to try to get it done as soon as possible, but it didn't work. Finally, I called the leader and sent someone from the power company, and the three guys were tired enough to finally fix it at nine o'clock in the evening.

Then my mom asked if she wanted to wait for me to finish writing before eating together. Where do I dare, my mother's physical condition has not been optimistic recently, I won't say the specifics, I don't cry miserably. Anyway, while she was busy on the phone, I repeatedly persuaded her to eat something first, but she couldn't hear it, so I had to accompany her to eat quickly (I don't eat, she usually drags it and waits for me to eat with me).

So I told her that today can only be one shift, and two shifts can't be done, so I will eat with peace of mind first. And this is really an unavoidable fact, three hours, I really can't finish a chapter, sketch a chapter, make up the word count or something, it hasn't happened in my creative career.

Above, the objective force majeure made me have only one change on the 17th, and the subjective thinking brewed made me decide to slow down and save the manuscript and resume the two changes. At this point in time, I can only say as soon as possible, but I don't dare to promise it now, so as not to make the book friends uncomfortable again.

In addition, in order for everyone to rest assured and look forward to it instead of thinking about whether this guy should take advantage of this wave to rest for a while, please allow me to be less modest and boast or not so embarrassing to expose myself, you all understand.

Well, this book, written in July 14, has been overhauled and rewritten several times, and I haven't signed a contract for two years without money or anything, and it has never stopped me. Signed in December '16 and then put it on the shelves, and a few people subscribed with dismal results, and I was not defeated. Up to now, it has been nearly three years and more than one million words, and my determination is not clear enough?

Finally, I hope that my respect for myself and my book friends will make the book friends also give me an understanding, thank you.