Went on a trip.

Go out for a walk.

I also figured it out, since I don't rely on this manuscript fee to do anything now, why don't I make myself happier?

Why make yourself unhappy because of something?

Writing a book should be a happy thing, because I ran out to write books largely out of interest, and it was also my interest that allowed me to write stories that were a little different and interesting to read.

That's right.

It's as simple as that.

It turns out that my mentality has not been adjusted, and for you, the readers, are too demanding.

I stubbornly think that I am serious about writing, and I have spent a lot of time on it, and I have devoted the rest of my rest time to it, and I stubbornly think that you should subscribe more, and stubbornly think that those who read the stolen posts are stealing the fruits of my labor.

Therefore, my thoughts went the wrong way.

One of my joys is the process of writing a book, and one of my pains is the process of Carvin, and these processes make me happy and I suffer, and these are some very interesting things.

I wanted so much.

Maybe it's a bit ambitious, because these ambitions make me feel like I'm not getting enough.

Feel like you're not getting enough in return!

So.

I was very unhappy, especially after working hard and being ridiculed.

Right now.

I guess I figured it out.

Oh, yes.

It turns out that I have always just wanted to write the story in my heart and write something that makes me feel interesting.

Write your own stories that you can read and feel like you don't get tired of.

Enemies.

Uh-huh, that's it.

Because today I saw one or two hundred chapters of the book I wrote from the first chapter, and it's good, I won't get tired of reading it myself, even if I wrote it myself.

Ha ha.

Well, that's actually what I'm trying to do with you.

I'm going on a trip.

Pair drops.

Going out for a walk to find inspiration, letting go of your mind or something, anyway, it's a very relaxed, enjoyable and comfortable thing.

Writing a book is not a burden, but if you squeeze too much rest time, it becomes very tiring.

I haven't been out for a walk this year.

It's stuffy.

That's why it's even more important to go out for a walk.

This book is almost 180w words, right? According to the outline, there are still a million words left, and it is over.

Suddenly discovered in the past two days.

In fact, there is no need to push myself so hard, because if it weren't for the sake of making money, even if I wrote 100,000 words a month, I would be able to finish the book next year.

From the time the book was published to the present, there are still more than 100,000 words a month on average, which is nothing more than two years.

When I think about it, my mood is much better.

This is roughly the so-called contentment, where you want less and what is left is full of happiness.

So.

Dear readers, I'm going on a trip.

Let me relax for a while, be happy for a while, be quiet for a while, and sleep lazily until noon, play games happily until midnight, and wander around at will, without worrying about whether there is an update today, whether there is inspiration today, whether there is a good plot today, and whether there is a story written today.

Ha ha.

What a cool complaint!

Dear readers, I'm going on a trip, and we'll see you after Christmas!!

Momda.

o(∩_∩)o~! …… (To be continued.) )