On June 27, 2016, it was a day of misfortune for me, Argentina passed by the championship for the third time in three years, and when Messi shed painful tears, I also received a 100,000-word rejection notice from the starting point, a cold template notice, ending my 6 days of anxiety, replaced by a little confusion, a little sadness.

When I wrote 60,000 words, a self-proclaimed starting point editor once contacted me and asked me what the purpose of writing was, and I said that it was to find a goal to strive for in a boring life, so that those stories in my heart that were not unhappy and unhappy had a home. Maybe I think what I said is a bit X, or I was scared by my self-conscious 4 million word plan, but in short, there is no follow-up. After being rejected yesterday, I tentatively contacted the editor to ask the reason, but instead of waiting for the other party's reply, I found that I had been blocked, to be honest, this made me feel humiliated, and I really wanted to be like the protagonist in the online article, and roared angrily, "Today you ignore my love, tomorrow I will make you unclimbable!" "Then wait for him to become a god one day, and truly perform a good show of pretending to be B and slapping his face, but 11 I have really passed the era of youth and frivolity, and such a cool plot is no longer suitable for me after all. I had to quietly think about my original intention of writing a book for an afternoon.

In fact, before I started writing the book, I knew very well that the story I wanted to write was not suitable for the current online literature market where fast food culture is prevalent, and I also knew that the probability of being signed was not large, at least 200,000 words before the probability of being signed, but people are like this, reason is reason, sensibility is sensibility, and no one is exempt from vulgarity.

Yesterday I told myself that I must persevere, I must finish the book, but since 7 o'clock I have been sitting on the computer, I have been writing, deleting, deleting and writing, until 2 o'clock in the evening, and I have not been able to write a full chapter, so I broke off yesterday. Originally, before yesterday, I felt that my code words had a feeling of getting better, the fastest one wrote nearly 4000 words in 2 hours, but I didn't expect to just receive just a few lines of cold text, that feeling disappeared inexplicably, a full 8 hours, I have a feeling of falling into the quagmire, difficult to extricate myself.

At that time, I thought about giving up, after all, I have a decent job in the eyes of others, and I have a decent income, writing is not a necessity in my life, maybe not even a hobby, in fact, since I was a child, some people have said that I am talented in mathematics, that I have strong understanding, that I have good logical thinking, but no one has said that I have a talent for writing. Even I didn't think I'd be able to write a novel.

But I was reluctant after all, although it didn't take long to start writing books, but to be honest, I was very happy during this time, unlike before, I felt like I was just living in a mess every day, and I had new expectations every day, and every reader's comment, every additional click, made me really feel my value. This feeling reminds me of Xing Ye's classic line: "If people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and salted fish." ”

So I finally decided to write it down, and here I would also like to thank Duowei Element, the best dice and my classmates who have been commenting and supporting me these days, as well as the breeze that doesn't talk but silently recommends tickets for me every day, and my first female fan lq92590. And all the other readers who read my book, thank you for your support.