At six o'clock, I finally decided to go out for a meal, and I was tired of eating instant noodles no matter what brand or taste. In addition, every day is a day of gluing to the chair, so you can take it out and walk along with it.

I looked at the beef noodles for ten yuan for a long time, but I was still a little hesitant and didn't dare to buy them, and I still had the last red small money in my pocket.

Since I wrote the book, I have understood how to write the word embarrassment, a book has to be put on the shelves for more than 200,000 yuan, and the day is faster for fear that the recommendation will not be able to keep up, and I only dare to be careful to double change every day, such a speed, two months are a vacuum period of income, without a penny.

If it can be sold on the shelves, it is really good luck, but unfortunately on the road of online writers, hitting the street is the real public group, even if it is on the shelves, it is only a few 600 full attendance in a year is the majority, it is not for nothing that a book becomes a god, but the world should also know that there are not many gods.

I am one of the countless people who hit the streets, even if how many of you shout love and urge to change quickly, but I know that once the fee is charged, there are not a few people who turn their faces and go to see pirated copies.

It is precisely because you understand this, you look at my book, but I stand in front of the noodle shop and hesitate for 10 yuan, and the noodle shop owner seems to understand something

"I can add noodles for you in small portions." In the end, it was an old salesman, and his words hit the nail on the head.

It's just that he may not know that a seven-foot man wants to cry inexplicably, and the small portion is also eight yuan, which is equivalent to saving two yuan. The first reaction of anyone who is a little bloody should not be to be angry and pretend to be slapped in the face. Isn't that the usual plot in my novels?

But I didn't, my first thought was a surprise, wow, you can get a discount of 2 yuan, really, my first reaction is that I can have a good meal today.

The time spent on the street is not worth much, even if it is only 2 dollars.

The dignity of hitting the street is even less valuable, only 2 yuan

When I calmed down, I suddenly wanted to cry, really, when did I actually live like this.

Is 2 yuan more, I don't know, I just know that if I write 6,000 words a day and 15 of you subscribe, I can only get 2 yuan.

I'm probably going to be on the shelves tomorrow, and this may be the last book I'm determined to write, so please support it, I don't want to hesitate for half a day in front of the noodle shop for these 2 dollars

If everything doesn't get better, I really have to give up. Alas, people are hard to dismantle, and they are on the street!

The protagonist of this book does have a lot of shadows of me, and it is also the first book I wrote seriously. Maybe there are a lot of flaws, but I'm working on it, aren't I?

To be honest, I was really unhappy with the speed of my updates and the level of my writing, but I couldn't force myself to write carefully word by word. After all...... A book can easily be millions of words, and no one will have that patience. I just forced myself to be a reader and read my own books.

But I always feel that there is a problem, probably because I wrote it, so I am not satisfied. After all, I imagined it myself.

The original intention of this book was to write an excellent infinite stream since the infinite horror. I also want to contribute to everyone's books, but I seem to be wrong. I don't seem to have the strength to do that at the moment.

What I wrote, very true, but very boring. At least that's how I see it.

You think Mr. Zombie's previous story is very spicy, and I understand it. After all, there are some idiots, but it's just to give you a familiar beginning. I'm afraid you won't accept what I've written.

But now it seems that I don't need to, I'll rewrite the beginning after it hits the shelves, this time I don't dare to say that I will satisfy all of you, but most people can still be satisfied.

People always need to improve, they need the support of your readers, and without you, we writers would be a fart.

Being able to write a world, a world that readers are substituted into, that's the most satisfying thing for every author, but is it easy?

No! It's not easy at all, the only two books that I have been impressed by and can't forget for a long time are one called the years when I was Mr. Yin and Yang, and the other is called Infinite Horror.

I've read thousands, or even tens of thousands, (including those that haven't finished reading.) And then there's the book of the platinum gods, and I only have these two books as divine books. Because the description is too profound, one is about fate, and the other is about blood and the unknown that we have never seen.

These two books made me firm in my path of writing.

Can I tell you a story?

A British teacher named Brody was sorting through the old things in the attic when he found a stack of workbooks, which were spring essays by 31 children in Pitckin's kindergarten class B (2), entitled "I am --- in the future"

He thought that these things had been blown up in the school during the German air raid on London, but he didn't expect them to lie peacefully in his own home, and lie down for fifty years.

Brody flipped through a few books by the way and was quickly fascinated by the children's bizarre self-design.

For example, there was a little guy named Peter, who said that he would be the Minister of the Navy in the future, and that once he swam in the sea and drank three liters of seawater without drowning; Another said that he would be the president of France in the future, because he could recite the names of 25 French cities. The rest of the students in the same class can only recite a maximum of 7.

The most amazing thing is a little blind boy named Davy, who thinks that in the future he must be a cabinet minister in England. Because there is not yet a blind person in the UK who can make it to the Cabinet.

In short, the thirty-one children all depicted their future in their essays, some of them became dog trainers; There are those who are navigators; There are princesses, all kinds of things, everything.

As Brody read these essays, he suddenly felt an urge to re-send these notebooks to his classmates and let them see if they had achieved their 50-year-old dream

A local newspaper heard of the idea and sent him a revelation, and within a few days letters flew to Brody, among whom were businessmen, scholars, and government officials, and many more unidentified people. They all said they wanted to know their childhood dreams and wanted to get their hands on the text. Brody sent them one by one at the address

A year later, there was only one composition left around him that no one asked for, and he thought that this man named David might be dead, after all, fifty years later. Anything can happen in 50 years.

Just as Brody was about to give the book to a private collection, he received a letter from Blunkett, the Cabinet Secretary for Education, in which he said that the name of David was me, and that you were still preserving our childhood dreams.

I don't need that notebook anymore, though, because my dreams have been in my head ever since. I haven't given up a day,

Fifty years have passed, and it can be said that I have achieved that dream, and today I would like to tell my other thirty students through this letter: as long as you don't let the dreams of your youth fade with the years, success will appear in front of you one day.

It's a story I've read, and there are many more like them, and that's why I've been able to make it this far, and it's the stories that support me.

I'm not a genius, but I have a gift and love for literature. When I was in elementary school, I often sat in the dim light and read in the dead of night in the dead of night.

At that time, it was really my happiest time, I was addicted to the world of fairy tales, I wanted to have a princess who loved me, and had the wisdom and courage to do so.

But that's just a fantasy after all, I'm just an ordinary person.

In elementary school, he excelled, but when he was transferred to a public school in the fifth grade, he became a poor student. This has a lot to do with the learning environment.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I studied very well, and there was one thing that I remember vividly.

It was an afternoon study time, and an errand student at my back desk was counting money. At that time, you could buy a spicy strip for a dime, a pack of spicy strips for five cents, and a meal was only two or three yuan.

I have forgotten all about the money that the errand boy got from nowhere, it seems that he stole from the family, and there were nearly 100 yuan at the time. At that time, it was a huge amount of money for a fourth-grade elementary school student. You know, at that time, my pocket money was only five dollars a week.

Because I studied well and was lively at the time, I had a good relationship with other classmates, and the poor student seemed to be worried about my lawsuit or something, so he directly drew five yuan to me. I was so happy at the time. It's a day of joy.

In fact, if you think about it, if you had made up your mind to study literature at that time, there would not be so many complaints and hardships now.

After all, I still have talent.

In fact, it seems to be back to the past.

I saw the reader's five-dollar tip, although I could only get 2.5 or even less than 2.5 when I got it. I'm also very happy. After all, there are readers who agree with me.

I also want to be like those big writers, who have countless fans and make TV series and movies. But I know that I can't write something like that now, and even if I could, no one would admit it.

I'm actually ready to write a book, it's a fairyman, but I don't want this book to be unfinished, so I can only write it with the idea of spelling it out.

In fact, my heart is even more apprehensive than when Cheng Xiao was about to enter Ghost Street, because Cheng Xiao is just a fiction made up by me, but I really exist.

I would be happy for a few bucks of subscription, and I would be sad for a bad review. These feelings are real and present. It is not expressed in the form of Chinese characters, but it is a real existence.

My biggest dream is the Nobel Prize, which I am afraid will be decades away. But I can afford to wait!

I'm still young, and as long as I have a dream, I believe that one day I can succeed.

I believe that I will not be worse than anyone else, but I may be a little stubborn and unwilling to write those cool articles to cater to white readers.

Instead, they prefer to write a novel based on real people.

In fact, all this is just for a subscription. I'm afraid no reader will read what I've written, but I'm begging you now. Don't look at piracy, if you have to, please help me promote it. Moments, QQ space, and publicity between chats are all available.

Just for the sake of my dreams, I hope you don't abandon me, and I will work harder after I put it on the shelf. Please! My Dream Promoters!