The New Year's speech in 2016 is still in my ears, and I never thought that the 2017 testimonial was placed in front of me again.

In 2015, I really started to embark on the road of writing, and at that time writing was immature and confused; In 2016, although writing is still immature, I am a little less confused, after all, not knowing whether I can write and knowing that I can write are completely two worlds. It's just that I'm ashamed to say that this year's update doesn't have the enthusiasm it had at the beginning.

In fact, I am still a novice, and every time I write some plots, I can always clearly feel the helplessness of my low pen power, so I am still on the road of moving forward, and I don't even dare to say that I am on the right path, although I try my best to run into the world of writing.

On the last day of 2015, when I wrote my 2016 testimonials, the door of the world of writing never opened to me, I just knocked on that door with all my might; In the last hour of the last day of 2016, looking back on the whole year, the door of the writing world opened a gap in my face, and I tried to squeeze in.

But speaking of which, I am also not angry, after July, my updates have been intermittent, and even the second half of the year has become a monthly update, in the whole nearly 200 days, only seven chapters are updated, less than 25,000 words.

Looking back at 2015 at the beginning of 2016, I vowed to write a million words this year; However, looking back on 2016, I can only smile bitterly, this 900,000-word book on the shelves has less than 1 million words so far.

Life has paid me off, but I have failed to live up to it.

Before, despite my efforts to update, I didn't see a glimmer of hope, after all, no one reads, no one comments, and only I am left to defend and debate with myself, and convince myself to persevere. It wasn't until one day in May that I suddenly received a short station for a ready signing, and my first reaction was to be stunned, and then I wondered if it was a fraud, and finally reacted. But there is no joy, only a kind of relief like detachment, a book written to 900,000 words before receiving a notice on the shelf, in fact, it is already a standard consolation prize. But this can be regarded as a reward, for a novice, every step forward is a memorable journey, with the first recommendation vote other than yourself, the first comment other than yourself, and the first reward other than yourself,......, and finally to the point of being on the shelf.

For the later grades, I already have no desire, in fact, I also know my writing level, so I have to hold a diligent attitude and silently polish my words.

But this attitude is probably hurting me, since it was put on the shelf, my previous lonely and persistent spirit has been dispersed, and I have no desire for it, so I have slowly become lazy about updates; And writing is a handicraft that requires skill, once I am unfamiliar and pick it up, I have to regain the feeling and state of writing, so I gradually fell into a vicious circle, I don't want to write and force myself to write, I don't want to write if I am not satisfied, the more I don't want to write, the more I force myself, and finally become a little tormenting myself.

Without the joy and enthusiasm of writing, if you insist on writing every day, millions of words of updates will scare everyone away; If writing is a painful thing, why should people ask for their own suffering?

But I can't forget the simple joy of writing, and I have been very painful and entangled with the lack of energy to renew myself, and trying to get back the feeling in my memory is just in vain.

The past is the past after all, and if you dwell on the past, you will never see the future.

When one foot was in 2016 and the other was in 2017, wandering left and right, I found that I was trapped in my goal and couldn't extricate myself, I regarded writing as a marathon run, 100,000 words, 200,000 words, 300,000 words, 500,000 words, 1 million ......words, clicks, reading, signing, listings, subscriptions, recommendations, monthly passes, lists, ......, when I crossed a milestone, I found that my end was far away, and I was at a loss in an instant.

There is an end to writing, and for me, writing as a lifelong pursuit, where can I see the end at a glance? Life is long, and the only thing that accompanies me on the road is my own words.

Maybe my writing is really immature, maybe my pen is really weak, maybe my story is not particularly exciting, but not everyone stands at the top, there are always people who climb from the bottom of the valley, and there are always people who stand on the mountainside and enjoy the scenery.

It's time for me to pack my bags, put away my wandering gaze, hold my pen tightly, and get back on the road.

It's not a marathon, it's just a slow expedition of life, and I have no other weapon but my own words.

900,000 words and 1 million words don't matter, it's just a different plot of the same story in a certain place; Clicking, reading, subscribing, recommending, ......, it doesn't matter, a novice who has nothing, why is he afraid of what he will lose?

A person always has to go through something, cross something, convince himself, and then get back on the road, so that he can grow into the ideal person in his mind.

In 2017, it was nothing more than getting back on the road.

Come on!

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