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Nearly two months have passed since the book was published on December 22, 2015. Although two months is not a long time, for me, it is like turning a new page in my life, and I feel a lot.

There are many things that are suppressed in my heart, and there are many things I want to say, but I don't know where to start.

After getting off work today,Immediately full speed code words,Successfully updated today's first chapter,Thinking that it will be on the shelves tomorrow,My mood is not excited or something else.,There's no mood to continue the code word.,I want to do something else.。

Sitting in front of my laptop, I logged on to QQ to open the private journal, flipping through some of the essays and mood diaries I had written before, and the latest one shown on it was written in early 2014.

In the two years since I graduated, I have never calmed down and written an article seriously.

I recalled the days when I first became attached to online writing, and I thought of a lot.

Think of it as whining. Now I suddenly want to write something, and I would like to share with you my thoughts on writing in the past few years.

I don't know where to start, so let's start at the beginning.

My exposure to online literature was purely accidental.

I remember that I had just graduated from junior high school, and my heavy studies were temporarily over, and I had a long summer vacation that lasted for more than two months.

At that time, I didn't do odd jobs to earn a little money like most students, but still struggled in the illusory world of online games. Once when searching for game information on Baidu, I accidentally clicked into a literary website - Starting Point Chinese Network

I remember that it was a period of rapid development of online literature, and at that time, I had a very vague concept of online literature, and I couldn't even distinguish the difference between traditional literature and online literature.

One moment I was about to wave my mouse to close this literary website that had made me so interested, but the next moment, my eyes were fixed on a cover with a strong fantasy color, a dazzling title was rushing into my field of vision, my left finger on the left mouse button became hesitant, my heart began to ponder and struggle, and then I clicked into the screen by a ghost-

"The Wind of Another World/The Archmage of the Stream"

This was my first novel in the online literary world.

I'll be honest with you, I was reluctant to literature at that time, and the reason why I had the urge to read this book was only because of the word 'wind/flow' on the title. It is said that it is good to be in the mood for love, and the blood is strong, but it is difficult to control evil thoughts when it is difficult to say.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, my impression of 'wind/flow' was not the artistic conception of the ancient genius who shook his feather fan gently and chanted poetry; What came to my mind were pickled images of naked bodies. I shouted out my sins and sins, and the movements of my hands betrayed my thoughts, and the true nature of men was unmistakable.

So, I fell.

Online games have become my abandoned wife, and novels have been listed as my new favorite. The various novel ideas written by online literature writers that I have never heard of, and the plots of fantasy and wonderful, ups and downs are like waves hitting my field of vision, opening a curtain of mystery, and ushering in a new and colorful world for me.

I was completely immersed in it, in the dark, and I couldn't think about it, as if all the troubles outside of online literature were thrown out of the sky.

My pursuit of online literature is like a seed buried deep in my heart, sprouting and growing in the long years of wandering, until it becomes a towering tree deeply rooted in my heart; Although the tree grows luxuriantly, there will be a time when the leaves will wither.

Web novels will make you fall in love with them, they are like real-life drugs that will make you addicted, but unlike them, they won't keep you addicted forever.

It's like the plot in a movie, with ebbs and flows, and the climax is also eternal and dull. Walking in the sea of books, I read fewer and fewer books, not because I don't want to read, but because I can no longer find a few books that are worth my own painstaking efforts to pursue.

From the beginning of the pursuit of ** and YY novels, to the gradual numbness, I feel that I am more and more disgusted with this kind of novel that writes women as vases and writes the male protagonist as Wang Ba's spirit, and all parties surrender.

But I am still reading books, reading on and off, no matter how my vision changes, online literature has been imprinted in the trajectory of my life, and has become a part of what I cannot do without and cannot give up.

It was also an accident that I came up with the idea of writing a book.

That was after reading Xiao Ding's book "Zhu Xian".

In the book "Zhu Xian", the love story between Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio touched me a lot, and when I think back at the moment, I still have a faint feeling of emotion lingering in my heart.

I remember at that time, I naively and romantically thought - hey, I also want to write a book with sincere feelings like Zhu Xian, whether it is family, friendship, or love... That year, I was in my third year of high school.

People often say that they don't forget their original intentions, don't forget their original intentions, but now it seems that I still forgot in the end, and I can only shake my head and smile.

The idea of writing a book was gradually diluted by the busy study life of the third year of high school, and I drifted through the test papers all over the world, and my life became stiff and numb because of studying, but when I thought about it from time to time, I couldn't help but be silent for a while.

At that time, I was very sentimental.

I often find a quiet place after class and school, thinking about the rest of my life, and find that my mind is blank and I have nothing to gain.

At that time, I felt like I was almost 20 years old, and I didn't even know what I wanted to do in my future life. As soon as I thought of this, I began to get anxious, turning back and forth, and a hazy but familiar and urgent thought swirled in my mind.

- Let's write a book, it's not bad to be a half-baked writer.

My desire to write a book is not firm, and a person who can't even write an 800-word essay is really suitable for writing a novel?

I fantasized about the beauty of writing again and again to enrich my writing motivation, and at the same time I denied myself again and again, and I didn't even have the courage to try it.

I remember that at that time, I had a soft spot for fantasy novels, and I admired the unbridled imagination of the gods, and I imagined more than once, if I were asked to imagine a fantasy world, how far would I go?

This gave me the opportunity to consciously imagine and conceive of a world that was unique to me, even though I didn't write it by hand. But I can always find the satisfaction I want in it,

I imagined myself as the protagonist of each story, and deliberately connected and combined the original fragmented and unrelated plots of each story to form a new story framework.

Gradually, a plot of more than one million words gradually formed in my mind, and I consciously recorded them and supplemented and improved them in the future.

In the end, even I didn't expect that in the first year of high school, in the intermittent combination arrangement, I actually built the basic chapter plot of a fantasy story...

My mind gradually shifted to writing, and my studies inevitably suffered—I was doomed to fail the college entrance examination.

I graduated from high school, and a high-speed train on my life's journey finally began to slow down and stop at the station - I was going to college.

At the same time, I started to really get my hands dirty with my first book.

At that time, I thought that everything was in place and that all I needed was the east wind, but when I first went into battle in leather armor and touched the keyboard with my own hands to write down the picture of what I thought, I was stunned.

When I was speechless in the face of thousands of thoughts, my hands seemed extremely weak in the face of sitting quietly for more than an hour, and there were only a hundred or ten words on the white screen in front of me. It turns out that all the plans and all the ideas are empty checks, and everything is in the pan until they are put into practice.

I can't write, I can't write the passionate battle pictures that come to mind in the past, I can't write the anger and sorrow of the characters, I can't write the smile, I can't write the majesty of the mountains, I can't write the vastness of the ocean, everything is just what I think.

But I'm still writing, slowly and quietly. I liked Tomato's Jiuding Ji very much, and I liked his wonderful descriptions of the battle scenes, so I bought a set directly on the Internet and came back, and while reading it, I imitated his writing style to write my own novel.

The summer vacation passed quickly, and I still didn't go out to work to make money like most graduates, but lived at home, watching movies, reading novels, and coding words. Writing books is no longer a passing guest in my life, but it has gradually become a hobby of mine, and although I am not very good at writing, I enjoy it.

After more than a month, I managed to write 100,000 words.

I remember that year JJ left the starting point and joined another website, and I became a fan of him because I read his Buddhist book is the Tao, and I followed it, and I felt that the environment there was also good, so I planned to publish my first fantasy novel there.

At the end of the summer vacation, I happily became a member of the University Student Club, which was just an ordinary tertiary institution, but for a person who had a dream of writing, it didn't matter where he went to school.

At that time, I was full of confidence in the novel I had written, thinking that after the novel was released, many readers would enjoy it and follow it every day.

I didn't get anything, but I had already begun to fantasize that I would become famous and popular, and from then on to the pinnacle of life.

A month after the book was officially released, I looked at the few clicks on the page and fell silent.

There were no flowers and applause, nothing I wanted.

At that time, I constantly encouraged myself that perseverance is victory! I wrote 200,000 words a day, thinking that I had worked hard, but still no one was optimistic about this book, and the breath of gritting my teeth and insisting on it was finally discharged, and I wrote 300,000 words intermittently, and then, there was no more...

Like many new authors, at that time, I always thought that I was not valued by the editors, and I wrote better than others, but because I was not promoted, I felt that it was not that I didn't work hard enough, but that I didn't have Bole to discover me.

Failure made me feel like an angry young man, I was just unwilling, and I didn't sum up the experience of failure, let alone find someone to guide me, and continued to bury my head in writing my second novel, and then repeated the history of the first book, and the results were a mess...

I gave up.

College life wasn't as exciting as I imagined, and like most students, I lived a similar life of indulgence, occasionally reading novels, and the idea of continuing to write books would arise, but often I just thought about it, forgot about it later, and continued to indulge in other entertainment.

Time is the most terrible weapon, and more than two years have passed when I thought it was too early and could continue to relax for a while.

By the time I woke up, it was too late.

I had to bury my head in the exams before graduation of various majors, and I also had to go to other places for internships, and I was a little caught off guard by the sudden busyness, and I was still thinking: Huh? Time is running out, I can't play anymore, hurry up and write a novel seriously, and be sure to get certain grades before graduation...

It's naïve.

All kinds of pre-graduation exams are over, graduation theses have been written, graduation photos have been taken, and job fairs held by the school have also been attended... This was the end of my college career.

When I walked out of campus that day, I was suddenly a little overwhelmed by the path I had already walked a thousand times.

What have I learned in the past three years? What do I get?

After graduating, I returned home and became an otaku in addition to looking for a job.

Before graduation, when I met my elders, they would ask me cordially, how is my study, pay attention to my body, and don't eat indiscriminately~

After graduating, when they meet their elders, they ask, have you found a job? How's the treatment? Do you have a girlfriend~\

I'm embarrassed.

There was a time after that when I wrote a novel at the beginning, I signed a contract, and then hit the streets.

Although my parents didn't say anything, I knew they were under a lot of pressure.

I left home and went out to find a job, thinking that I wouldn't be able to mix it up, so I wouldn't go back, hehe, it's naïve, right...

After hitting a wall at the starting point, I went to other websites to write a novel, although it was on the shelves, but it also hit the streets, and the money I earned was not enough for myself.

I went back to the starting point and wrote an online game novel, the editor was very kind to me, and the results were not good, but I kept recommending them all the way, and it was successfully put on the shelves, and it hit the street again.

I'm a little tired. I don't blame others, I only blame myself for not working hard enough, and I can't persevere until the day when hope appears.

Two years have passed.

I'm 25 years old, and I'll be 30 in a few years, and I still don't have a house, a car, or a deposit, so naturally no girl will take a fancy to me like me.

In front of my relatives and friends, I also seemed a little inferior, and I was full of confusion about my future.

For a long time, I chose to escape, except for going to work on time, the rest of the time was reading novels, watching movies, and playing games.

I don't know what my future holds, and I don't want to think about the things that bother me.

Months went by.

One day, I turned to a novel called the Cloud Extinguishing Catalogue, the author is called The Squid Who Loves Diving, and when I first read it, I thought it was very ordinary, but before I knew it, I was completely fascinated. For an old bookworm like me, this is a rare thing.

When I read the whole book from beginning to end, and read the author's testimonials word by word, I thought back to my writing journey in the past few years, my eyes moistened, and I actually cried.

The squid who wrote this book was still a newcomer at the time, and is now a well-known god.

I will always remember the last words he said in his testimonial at the end of the doom catalogue: In my opinion, the road to writing also needs to be unhurried, and I also want to be popular in the next instinct, but I must not lose my mood because of this. Quick. This is also the biggest takeaway from writing the book "Illustrated Catalogue of Doom"...

With this sentence in mind, I was back on the road.

Writing is my dream and I won't give up!

When I was preparing for the new book, I had never written an outline before, but this time I forced myself to write an outline of nearly 4,000 words, and only after I had successfully written the framework of the whole story did I start writing the main text.

After the first 20,000 words were written, I found my former editor Sansheng at the starting point, sent the outline and 20,000 words of text to his mailbox, and two days later I received the information on QQ that passed the internal sign, and then officially uploaded this new book, which is now the Doomsday God Archer...

Day by day, in addition to going to work, the rest of the time is almost spent on conceiving plots and code words, and the archers have also gone from being unpopular at the beginning, to various sizes and sizes, and now they have successfully appeared on the homepage strong push list, and they have also rushed to the top five of the classification recommendation list... There are more and more book friends reading this book, and the results of the archers are getting better and better, and the shelves are just around the corner...

At this moment, writing these words, I have mixed feelings...

Seeing that it's past 12 o'clock, I guess many book friends are already unhappy-

Dead lazy house, not updated yet... I'm lazy again, huh, I won't vote for you tomorrow... Ahhhhh If you don't update it, I'll pick up a knife and cut you...

What I want to say is: tomorrow on the shelves, the main house will start to explode!

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