I looked at the QQ message and was stunned for a long time: What? Tradition?

The time is 2:40 in Australia, and there are still 50 minutes before the afternoon tea time, life can wait, work can also wait (well, I am not a doctor in the emergency ward, nor am I the elite of the 100,000 emergency departments, I am just an indecent staff member in an Australian casino, let the anxious gamblers wait for a while, it seems that no one can die!). Gamblers? I looked at the watch and hit me. ）

And the Fat Hispanic supervisor who focused on Chinese Americans looking for trouble also disappeared at this time, and it is said that he and the head of another department went to the café downstairs to negotiate in order to compete for a high roller's commission. (Surprise!) Shall I expose the darkness like that? The casino executives are all foreign adults, there should be no Chinese pass, retreat ten thousand times, even if there is, also, I am such an inconspicuous scum, I can't see my head. Ahem, flat, flat)

The colleagues around are conscientiously typing on the same keyboard, (there are still such remnants in the touch screen era, hey, how economical the casino is!) Other colleagues in the distance made sales calls that were mechanical and bored to the extreme, but who were desperate to make their voices look impassioned:

"Hello, I'm XX, our casino has been doing the best room rate treatment recently, as long as you change the chips above 10,000 Australian dollars...

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and it seems that if I leave, the company won't go out of business, the earth won't stop, and the universe won't explode again, right?

Since I'm not so important, then... The last long toilet tuba is also said in the past, everything is so reasonable, everything is so logical, what reason do I have not to squat one, to write my extremely important, said to be the starting point of the traditional testimonial?

The VIP utilities of the casino are extremely advanced, (cough, bitter own staff can't be bitter guests, isn't it?) The toilet is also divided into a living room and a toilet seat, and the incense of Maryland is extremely precious, and every molecule that permeates the space makes the toilet person never suspect that he is walking in the wilderness, just like a horse strolling around, refreshing himself by the way.

There was no one in the living room, I thought about it, at the moment, there were few gamblers in the VIP room, and the people who smoked in the living room of the bathroom were almost extinct.

I locked the door, lit a cigarette and smoked a few puffs, and found that Moore's cigarette had regressed, and the original rich mint flavor was only left in my memory.

But I continued to suck hard, looking at my slightly trembling fingers as I sucked, wondering how panicked I had been from last night to this moment!

Yes, I'm terrified! Afraid! Fear! Afraid! Fear! Afraid! Fear!

It's not that I'm afraid that no one will read it, but I'm afraid that if someone looks at it and finds out that my writing is as childish and ridiculous as a child!

Well, the sentence is a bit upside down, so let me figure out what I want to say:

Every newcomer sells books on the shelves, the first thing to worry about is of course whether to sell or not, whether anyone will pay their real money to buy your "nonsense" account, I am a secular person, of course, I am also worried, not strange.

But if the sales are not good and the subscription is on the street, I will only be depressed, or depressed, or work hard, but I will not panic.

Panic: Wikipedia and Baidu Encyclopedia Cloud: 1. Panic, fear. 2。 Ashamed and embarrassed. 3。 Words that express humility.

It is natural for a book written by an obscure young writer to have no resources to recommend and no one to read, but if a reader is attracted by his own opening, he is full of hope and buys a bunch of "rags" with his hard-earned silver, I think, it is an exaggeration to say that there is a desire to kill, but it is as disgusting as eating a fly, and it is also extremely uncomfortable.

I'm terrified: my dear guys, you paid for a wrong version! In the era of fakes, I became a profiteer!

I'm even more scared: my current self, relying only on the time I squeeze out every day to write a book, can't provide an equivalent story to repay every penny and every expectation of you!

I'm still scared: I'm sorry for the editor-in-charge cinnabar who knows me, the editor-in-chief is big, and there is a contract to edit small poems, and a foreign country contract, what a hard thing I have experienced! And what I wrote failed them.

I'm terrified ...

......

In just over 1,000 words, I wrote it for nearly two hours, and a pack of cigarettes bottomed out, and the people outside the door knocked on the door several times, and I ignored them, but I could no longer describe what I felt in my heart in words.

I am willing to use my pen to sharpen my young heart, write the journey, and no longer be afraid!