On November 25, 2017, you joined the army of the starting point.

6,000 words when I received a signing SMS.

You hurriedly sent out the contract, but because of Double 11, the contract was never found.

In the middle of winter, you ride an electric car and look for your contract all over the city.

Searched for a whole day.

You find that the contract has been lost and you have to send another copy.

60,000 words, the rate of achievement is getting slower and slower.

You just sent out the latest chapter that day and someone told you

"You're really not good-looking. ”

"Reading a chapter feels like a waste of time. ”

You feel a little uncomfortable, but you forcibly endure it.

"The great god next door to you, the first order on the shelves is 3000. ”

"You're already dead, and you still have to hold on so pointlessly?"

You didn't speak, and you went back and revised the plot you just sent.

These plots are written by you thinking about them day and night, racking your brains.

At 80,000 words, the plot gradually unfolded.

Some people say that the beginning is important, and it is important to lay a good foundation.

You quickly replied: Yes yes yes, thank you for your suggestion.

The person who commented gave you an uncle's face.

And you are like a Taobao customer service.

"You're like a neurotic, a neurotic novel written by a neurotic. ”

At 100,000 words, the score is in the middle of the same period.

Some people say that this plot is good, and it looks very burning.

You laughed and said: Yes, yes, I was planning to write more bloody plots.

At 120,000 words, you look at the chapters you have written.

You think you're well written.

You think that the plot has unfolded and will get better and better in the future.

But the phrase "results are the only test product" has never been spoken.

Fortunately, the creativity is more powerful.

Some people say that the plot is very burning and cool to watch.

You hear good things about these people, but you can't be happy.

140,000 words, you have the leisure of code words.

I found that I was pulled down by the novel that was later than you sent the book.

looked at the book review area, and was ridiculed by people again.

That's just a sentence

You, the author, know how to make garbage, and whether you can write a book seriously.

You look at this comment and some want to laugh.

In the middle of the night, you went to the supermarket to buy a bottle of liquor and a pack of drunkard peanuts.

You think about the most hated storyline that you ever hated when you read a book.

It is still necessary to write the routine of the public point.

Being alive is more important than dreaming.

You find that you are constantly denying yourself.

Negative to the point that you may not want to believe whether you are true at this time.

"I just wanted to write something I liked. ”

Why are you crying? It's all big kids.

It must be too spicy, right?

Yes, it must be too spicy.

160,000 words, I have persisted for so long, and I want to make some achievements.

Someone in the comment area has been with you for a long time and gives you encouragement.

You can't tell the difference between good and bad.

It's been such a long time

There are still people criticizing you, and some people still say that you are a psychopath.

At some point, you think that's fine.

At least someone is with you.

180,000 words, the number of words in the novel is increasing.

The plot unfolds more and more.

You make up your mind and say: you must write well.

But the deserted comment area.

It's a constant reminder that you're poorly written.

200,000 words, you are updating every day with a blank face.

No one said about you anymore, not even ridiculed.

You get the idea, you're really poorly written.

You don't feel a hint of panic.

You suddenly ask yourself.

Am I not the right person to write a book?

You remember the high spirits when you just opened the book.

It turned out that from that time on, you started this tragedy with your own hands.

As is customary, reminiscing about the past.

Your brain begins to wander, flashing back your 46 days, and the pictures are flipped over one by one.

One second, two seconds, two seconds passed, and you looked at the memories of those two seconds with a blank face.

In the third second, you burst out laughing.

It turns out that it has returned to the day of 100,000 words, and you wrote a flat-headed young man.

His expression was hideous, and he kept roaring, pointing at the Buddha in the void, venting the hatred and unwillingness in his heart.

That is the unwillingness of young people, and it is also your unwillingness.

You can't remember why you wrote this plot in the first place.

At the last second, you struggled to remember.

Then he burst out laughing.

Three seconds passed, and no one taunted you anymore for being insane, you couldn't hear it.

The last voice you hear is the squinting young man.

He whispered in your ear, insist on persistence, and if you persist in persistence, you will definitely succeed.