I suddenly want to start a single chapter to talk about it.

It comes from being seen in writing, and then looking at me with an indescribable look and saying, "You can't write, do you?"

The mood suddenly got a little bad.

I don't think I'm too pretentious, but I'm still sad about it for a long time. Maybe it's because it's someone who I appreciate and agree with that said.

Something similar happened several times in the last year.

A colleague said that one of my nieces is lazy to write anything on the Internet after finishing her studies and not going to work......

Internet writers seem to be a group that is not very valued in reality, probably because they are like musicians, painters and other artistic groups, either famous or down.

After all, success is in the minority.

In this age when value is measured in money, if we can't get quick benefits, our persistence and efforts will not be respected, but more like a joke.

For a long time, I was in a hurry, worried that my grades were not good enough, and I complained that the editor didn't give me a push, so that my mentality collapsed, and now that I think about it, I probably wanted to prove myself too much.

I don't want to be at a loss every time I am asked what I am doing when I am at home after work. I want to prove that I didn't run to write an essay because I was not unprofessional, it wasn't that I was lazy, and it was also valuable and rewarding.

I still have a job and I can still use it to support myself, and I'm still frustrated. And those authors who leave their jobs to devote all their energy to the writing career can imagine the pressure they have to endure.

I hope that the readers who see me nagging can treat every writer leniently, applaud when they see good writing, and give advice kindly when they don't like it, and don't use too sharp words.

Thank you very much to everyone who read my text, you have never scolded me and attacked me, nor have you maliciously complained (please continue to keep it up haha) Wenwen's grades are not very good, but I have always felt very fortunate and grateful for this matter.

When I came back to write an essay this time, I was also ready to pounce to the end.

I also started to dare to say to the people around me, yes, I can't make a few cents, but I like it. I think it's a lot happier when it's a thing that puts aside utilitarianism and is purely out of love.

I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

It may be that I suddenly touched a certain point, I was hypocritical, and I suddenly wanted to confide.

Encourage all the authors who persist because of their love. I also hope that my words can add a little color to everyone's lives while entertaining myself.

It's over, I'm going to rush to the manuscript.

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