Today, I was trembling on the shelf, and the brother in charge of the editor was also trained for this, I'm sorry. The reason is that the author information is incomplete. In a daze, I wrote a very detailed address, but the system prompted an error, and I haven't found it yet. So, the account information has been empty. Remind colleagues that the address bar only needs to be filled in with the province and city, and no one will send you anything. Even if a physical book comes out in the future, it belongs to the category of publishing houses, hehe.

Fortunately, it was remedied before 17 o'clock, and it was considered a good thing. No, it's time to post VIP chapters. But before that, I want to say something, not only the request of your station, but I do have something to say.

The first book, the first signing, the first shelf. It's really a debut, but I'm a man, and I don't have that layer of diaphragm. So kneel down and wear out your knees, which is considered to be an explanation.

On December 27, 2013, I typed the first word and remembered it very clearly. I really can't stand the nonsense of a certain god, just to catch up, his courage is too fat. Aren't you afraid that your children will see it in the future?

So I wanted to write a book that connects the past and the future, cures the disease and saves people, and I vomited. Later, it turned out that this thing was quite unreliable. So, I retreated to the next best thing, and I just looked pleasing to the eye, but later found that this was difficult. Because sometimes, I'm not a thing.

After that, things were completely unexpected, and I received an invitation in the second week of #o'clock, and recommended it on the homepage in the first week of reading the novel. I received two invitations at the same time, and only two of them landed, so I was quite hesitant at that time. Now that I think about it, it's a ghost story, no, it's a joke that I just enjoyed.

Although I have infinite respect for Master Cao Xueqin, I still have to write those 120 classics. I thought that I could write a good book by doing my own thing. also once claimed that he didn't need interests, only relied on his own heart, but now it seems really ridiculous. We're scolding about remuneration, but if you really don't, then it means you're under the shelf, and you're only on the whole page for three and a half minutes of updates, and some people don't even read the title of your book, let alone the content.

In fact, every writer has a last resort, lighting the lamp and boiling oil in the middle of the night every day, which is completely contrary to the biological clock of the family. Coffee, cigarettes, tea, meditation. In short, everything that can be refreshing is used for inspiration. What's more, time and enthusiasm, as well as those deep inner beauty, are usually reluctant to be used on family members, what are we doing?

I am really happy to see you reading and clicking every day. Writers are crowded these days, and everyone has a story to tell. It's a pity that when deep hatred and hatred have become the only way to go, and the small breed * horses can also roar vertically and horizontally, and the dark life can also dominate the rivers and lakes in the spring and autumn, the fairy fantasy and mystery can no longer tolerate conscience.

At the beginning, there were few stations, and the articles were even rarer, and readers had little choice. But the people who wrote it were very serious, so some themes would be praised as soon as they came out. But now the taste is starting to change, and there are too many business needs, so that writers don't need to run themselves and hype all the time. Seeing that his friend who was standing there had no intention of writing, he made a living by visiting the authors every day, opening n bookshelves, just to exchange favorites and recommendation tickets, and my heart was shattered. You don't see, the Yangtze River is rolling east, and 100,000 eunuchs are going down to the Tianshan Mountains? That kind of whimsical, let the feeling of affection overflow, how many people are still pursuing?

But in retrospect, there is nothing wrong with that. The remuneration is certain, this is not cheesy, it is a kind of ability. Don't you see the diary, half a century ago it was a student's homework, and composition was a reserved repertoire for the college entrance examination? Therefore, in the era when it was fashionable to sell words and become a god, it was really capricious for a person to write quietly. But there is a question, racking your brains and painstakingly to make those touching brushstrokes, who are you resonating with?

Book friends who can see this chapter, nearly 100 book stations, hundreds of thousands of novels, you have opened this one. There is no doubt that you are a fearless pioneer and deserve sincere gratitude and admiration!

Actually, I also want to see novels that are free forever. But if everyone is reading pirated books, then too many new stories will die in the bottom of their hearts.