I'm sorry for all the officials, especially "Old Gaoshan", I've been following the book for so long, I didn't expect me to be a eunuch.

Actually, I still have some manuscripts (drafts), but I really don't have the confidence to write them down.

I wrote nearly 500,000 words and applied for a contract several times, but the editor seemed to feel that my work did not meet his evaluation standards, and repeatedly rejected it, so that I had no confidence to write it again.

To sum up this less successful writing, the reason is that I have changed my mind.

I have a good career, with a medium income, but I have more leisure time, I like literature since I was a child, and I have written a little bit in the era when there is no Internet, but I often end up with trivial matters, and when I choose a career, I don't have to do writing work and it becomes a regret in my heart.

When people are middle-aged and experienced, they will rekindle that enthusiasm in their hearts. And now it's quite easy to publish, so I picked up pen and paper again.

At first, the motivation for writing was very simple, that is, to pass the leisure time, and to write about his knowledge of the world, society, and life in the form of novels.

So I started to conceive, outline, and write, and calculated that this period of time was about two years.

After writing one hundred and twenty chapters, I felt pretty good, so I posted it at the starting point.

But at this time, my mind began to change.

The various works at the starting point are vast, and the fairy tales abound, and a newcomer's new work was quickly annihilated.

Competitiveness, yes, is the sudden appearance of competitiveness, which is the beginning of my original intention.

I've had a relatively smooth life, good schoolwork, good work, and I've always been at the forefront of my circle during this journey, so I can't accept the feeling of being left behind, so I started to be myself.

First of all, I have to sign a contract, and if I can't even pass this threshold, I'm just too bad. In particular, when I saw many signed works by other authors, I despised them regardless of their ideas and writing (or was I shallow and couldn't see the merits of these works?), and I felt that if I couldn't even sign a contract, what else would I write?

It backfired, and that's how it turned out.

By now, whether I can sign a contract or not, whether there are readers and the book is the first goal, and the facts are in front of me, and I don't have that enthusiasm anymore.

I don't want to look at my work anymore, and I don't bother to write it down.

Just let me be a dead eunuch!