Yesterday I went out to run errands, sat in the car for several hours, walked N long roads, went to bed at four o'clock in the morning at night, got up at eight o'clock in the morning, and sat in the car for several hours.

Now the whole person feels that the soul has been separated from the body, and he can't hold on, so take a day off.

The book should be finished in this month, and I thought I could finish it a year ago, but I didn't expect it to be written now.

Of course, the amount of updates is an issue, and the main one is Carvin.

Some things should not be written in the various trade-offs. Now I feel like a sponge that has been squeezed dry, but I still have to keep squeezing some water out.

After all, it has been written until now, and there is always an ending.

I'm the kind of person who reads books and is fascinated by them, and I will read them all day, and I will read them even if I stay up late. When I see a novel I like, I don't have time to write my own novel.

Every time I read a novel, I feel guilty at the thought that my novel has not yet been written, so I gradually read novels rarely.

At first, I wrote novels because I liked to read novels, but I didn't expect that now I quit writing novels (I can't cry or laugh).

But this is obviously unhealthy, human inspiration needs external factors to stimulate, and working behind closed doors will only dry up inspiration more and more, and the more this book is written, the more I feel this way.

Actually, I felt this way when I wrote this book.

If this book had been carefully considered, it is estimated that the results would have been better.

At that time, when the book was opened, it was actually in a hurry, and the eunuch who thought carefully about the book only opened this one.

The outline wasn't clear, in fact I thought I did, but in fact I still took it for granted.

The book is inherently invincible, and there is no obvious main line to promote, so it requires a lot of ideas and inspiration to support it.

At the time of writing this book, I was in a state of depletion of inspiration, so it was a bit chaotic in the middle and late stages.

I've probably figured out what the specific problem is, and I'll make a good summary when I'm done.

Actually, I was well aware of the outline, but I had saved forty-five chapters at the time.

At the time, I thought that such a long deposit would give me a lot of time to think about it when I was in Kavin.

And thinking about the outline while writing will also be clearer about the direction of the plot.

But I didn't expect that due to some changes, the manuscripts were all consumed.

Writing a novel without saving a manuscript is no different from running naked, especially this kind of novel without an obvious main line, the easier it is to have a hammer in the east and a stick in the west.

But in the final analysis, it is really a matter of outline.

After writing this book, I will probably have to take a break for a month or two, and go to read and recharge.

I had an idea that came to mind when I was writing this book, and I felt that if I wrote the outline carefully, I would be able to get a good grade.

But you still have to recharge.