The second volume is finally over.

Four months ago, on July 16th, I finished Chapter 60 and finished the first volume, then closed my computer with my own hands and wrote the words "I give up" in my diary for that day. At that time, it had been nearly half a year since I quit my job, and I still couldn't write full-time with peace of mind after a few months, and under the circumstances, the so-called weight writing was just a self-deception, and I didn't have half an income at all.

On June 31, I had the opportunity to work for a good company, but unfortunately the night before I joined the company, I looked at the empty diary, I didn't know what I should write down, and my life suddenly became empty at that moment. When I quit my job, I waved goodbye to the company that I had devoted thousands of days and nights to after graduating from college.

However, on the eve of re-entry, I suddenly found that my original vision was so ridiculous, I had never written seriously from my resignation to that time, and the only result was only eight chapters and 40,000 words of female essays on a certain website. That night, I really felt like my life was a joke.

So, the next day, I turned down the job offer.

On the evening of June 31, I uploaded the first chapter of this novel.

This novel is the first in a series of novels that I have been working on since high school, but I didn't dare to come up with it until that night, because I had always been proud of it in my heart, and I always wanted to rely on it to make a hit. However, I was also secretly anxious and inferior, afraid that the story of my great hope would be ruthlessly eliminated into the garbage heap. Therefore, I have been wandering around other places, and I never dared to write this novel in real terms.

However, that night the despair was extreme, forget it, ignore it.

From July 1 to July 16, I locked myself in my home for two weeks, except for one day in between, going out for dinner between 7 and 8 p.m. every night, and spending all my eyes open in front of screens and keyboards.

Four chapters were updated in one day, more than 10,000 words a day, and by the evening of July 16, the sixtieth chapter was written, and the first volume was completed. 199266 words, close to 200,000 words.

Before that, I never thought I would be able to write so much.

That night, I suddenly realized that it was not that I couldn't write, but that I didn't dare to write, and that my former self was so timid and afraid to pull out my story for the public.

However, by the time I knew I could really write so much, it was too late.

Quite simply, there is no money. After wandering for half a year, the money he had saved up in the previous four years was wiped out during this period.

And then that day, it dawned on me that it was time for me to give up. It's not that I'm giving up writing, but I'm going to give up writing full-time for the time being. I should save up for some money until I don't have to give up writing for that reason, and I don't have to give up because it's too late when I realize I can do it.

It's just that it's hard to give up. Even though I understood in my heart, from July 16 to the end of July, I still struggled painfully for half a month before I accepted the reality.

I started to re-apply for interviews in August, and I didn't rejoin until mid-September, and until October, when everything in my life was gray, I was very confused and confused, I didn't know what was wrong with my life, and for three months during this period, the updates were intermittent to the point of being miserable.

At the end of October, a friend recommended a book to me, and after reading it, I was so shocked that I didn't mention the title, but I cheered up.

Even if this book is destined to be a street book, if I don't write it, if I don't finish it, if I don't take this step, then maybe I'll always stay at the point where I can't even write a street book.

As for full-time writing, which I have always been obsessed with, it should be a natural consequence of my writing, not writing for the sake of writing full-time, but writing full-time for the sake of writing. Since I'm not there yet, I just need to update every day and work hard to improve my writing.

It's ridiculous to sit there all day long, thinking nonsense, sighing, and complaining.

So, since November, I don't want to be ambitious, as long as I can do one more every day, and I can keep improving. Then in the future, I will impact the state of two, three, four and even full-time writing a day.

Although compared with the speed of the two weeks in July, this request also makes me feel a little emotional, but the feeling of moving towards the ideal step by step is much better than the state of fighting like a trapped beast in July.

This month basically did a day a change, the only regret is that on November 1st, because of the previous company organization activities and cold, not able to update, this month can not be fully updated regret is not to make up.

However, when I come back from work every day this month, I will be satisfied to look at the rising collection numbers on the front page of the author section. There is nothing happier in this world than this. However, I can continue to sit down and write for two or three hours until bedtime, and my life is simple and fulfilling except for writing, occasionally reading, etc.

Now, the second volume is also over.

I probably flipped through the previous chapters myself, and I really want to apologize to everyone. Because of the ups and downs of life during this time, I have also brought my own state into it, so the content, mood, rhythm, and story of these sixty chapters are uneven.

In the future, I will go back at the right time, and repair some of the unreasonable places in the front one by one, since this book is my first novel, I dare not expect perfection, but at least I must satisfy myself and make a good start for the next series of novels. And at the moment these really don't reach such a level, and I'm not satisfied with it myself.

However, this is all for later, and now we have to look forward and continue to move towards the third volume.

It's just around the weekend, so I'll go through the outline again, write the outline of the third volume, and then try to write the story I want to tell in this volume.

Actually, after writing so much, I was a little apprehensive.

I don't know who else is reading this novel but me, and the most simple idea of being able to write so much is that no one will read me anyway and I won't be ashamed to tell the truth. However, I also hope that someone will come to see me, even if it is only one person.

However, the silence in the book review area, the clicks and popularity on the street made me feel that probably no one read it, alas——。

So, it's more like reporting to yourself and giving yourself encouragement.

When you are lonely on the journey, you can only sing alone, and some voices can always dispel some loneliness.

Anyway, go for it!