A little inner monologue (this chapter is free)
Looking at last month's income, there was no motivation in an instant, so I failed, I really failed.
Maybe I'm just a piece of shit.
It's been almost four years since I wrote the book.
Those writers who were contemporaries of me were either rich or famous, became great gods, and entered poetry and painting.
As for me, I am still like a street fighter, with no money and no name, and I am still a bottom-level existence.
Looking back, what can I leave behind in the entire online literature that I have written in the past four years? I can't find any proof or imprint of my existence!
What a failure!
Maybe I don't have this talent at all, no matter how hard I try.
I have tried many ways to break the game, expand my vocabulary, study writing techniques, revise and improve the outline, open a new book, and I am very serious about creating, trying to write every story with new ideas and wonderful.
I tried my best to make ends meet, but it was still difficult to hide the time I had wasted in the past four years and the bleakness of my achievements.
I don't know how long I can hold on, and suddenly I feel so lost and helpless.
Let's just say that my computer has been used for nearly ten years, and it has not been replaced, and it can't play games, and now it seems that I don't have time to play games at all, because all the time at my disposal is piled up on codewords.
The left button of the mouse has failed, and sometimes it takes two or three clicks to react, and the characters on the keyboard have long been worn out.
Vision has become blurred, cervical spine pain, long-term code words, tenosynovitis in the fingers, and even the finger joints feel like they are slowly deformed.
Every line is not easy, and I have no complaints about it, and I know that I am not qualified to complain.
I also recently learned that there is a keyboard called a mechanical keyboard, and what is the blue and red switch, the code word will be less tired, the code word is more convenient, and it also has a protective effect on the fingers, but the price is prohibitive, yes, thousands of dollars in my opinion has forgotten and regressed.
You know, my living expenses are only two or three hundred a month, or even less! Do you believe it or not? It's incredible, a handful of bitter tears!
My wish is to be able to buy a mechanical keyboard!
According to the usual practice, everyone will definitely think that I am selling badly, and then I must say something to ask for a subscription and a reward.
Every subscription and reward is precious, and the green onion begs, begs, and even rolls and begs.
But at the same time, the green onion also knows,Everyone has supported me very much,Let everyone spend money on the green onion and don't want to go.,Don't dare to expect too much.,It's just that if the subscription can be improved this month.,More rewards,Then the green onion can buy a mechanical keyboard.,Update more,So that the code word won't be so tired。
Of course, even if the subscription is not improved, the green onion will continue to code words, but the amount of updates is not so much, because it is indeed very tired, and please forgive me.
Everyone is happy, and these negative emotions should not be brought to everyone.
It might be better to maintain a Buddha state.
I wish you all a happy life and all the best.
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